Knowing when to keep on going and knowing when to stop…

I had fun today in my (barefoot) Spanish lesson, Maricarmen, my teacher, is very embracing of my ‘differences’, and welcomes my, now very brown, bare feet into her classroom…

I love the mountain goats here, and she laughing told me that in Spain they have an expression for an eccentric person ‘Ella es como una cabra’!

We have taken to spending the two hour lesson speaking almost only in Spanish… Last week we talked a lot about death and this week it was about hombres y muher… About our own relationships with men and women, how our relating differs, and how we perceive this…

We explored the importance of validating the differences… Fully acknowledging and integrating the qualities we project onto males and females in the external world, into one whole, rather than perpetuating the concept of there being two…

As we investigated together the idea of there only being one, we went on the talk about embracing and being fully in touch with our own inner male and female.

We talked about how through validating and recognising differences in others, we are in a position to integrate within us, what we perceive as a difference… How rather than rejecting difference as something we don’t understand, seeing instead that this ‘different aspect’ needs reclaiming for our own inner balance and wholeness…

We recognised too, of course, that we can experience difference in same sex relating as well as in opposite sex relating.

The ‘battle of the sexes’ is a term, but in truth it is about an inner battle where we are not happy inside ourselves; and so the war within is projected outside…

However if we are aware that every single relationship is an opportunity to balance the yin and yang, the creative and destructive, the male and female within… then the battle ends and true unity occurs

Yes, I did all this in Spanish!

It has to be said that Maricarmen speaks at my pace and helps me a lot, and corrects and guides me, and ‘allows’ the odd English sentence when I need to express something that I can’t find the Spanish for…

And –  that it would be completely impossible for me to have the same conversation at Spanish speed…!

I shared with her that I am at the stage in my Spanish where I feel like I know less than I did, that it seems that the more time I am giving to my Spanish the worse I am getting… I told her how I was running alone a few days ago and thought to myself…  ‘This is the point I could just stop trying to learn Spanish…’!

However the fortunate thing about being an endurance runner, is that I know from experience that when it looks as if nothing is happening – and that you might even have got worse – is often the time that you are just about to really improve… So this is the time to keep going!

She assured me that this ‘stage’ is normal, and that it is my perception and not the truth… And that it is a common pattern and plateau…

This is the same process that Anadi is engaged in with his business… It has taken longer than we ever imagined, maybe nearly two years longer!  (not that we actually imagined anything in truth…) But recently he read an article written by a very successful entrepreneur, which stated that the main reason entrepreneurs fail with their new business ideas is that they give up too soon….

Once again it comes to listening to our inner voice. The more clear we are and the more we are able to listen to our own true knowing, the more we can listen to our inner compass which will lead us wherever we need to go…

For of course there are times to keep going and there are times to stop and change direction – and it is only we who will know the difference….

Anadi has always known to keep going with his business, and I know I must keep going with my Español! 🙂

 

 

 

 

Being alone…

I am having another day of solitude, I have them day after day now…

It is like a whole new chapter of a book…. Or a new part of some sort of trilogy, or a new scene in a great long never ending book… Our lives; a never ending book, split up into pages and chapters and whole new sections…

The journey in this life from birth to death…

We are all writing the story of our life as we go along, and it is recognising this, that we are writing it that is the key to creating the book of truth.

Our truth…!

Solitude is a very natural state for me; as a little girl I had a secret place under a tree at the top of the garden, all mossy under foot and hidden away from everyone else. I would sit there for hours looking out through the leaves of the tree that swept down like a curtain over my special hide away….

As the years went by I always found space for solitude, I used to feel it necessary for my very essence and survival, to have time to be, alone…

Nearly five years ago now, Anadi interviewed me about running as a meditation… I travelled to London to meet him and spoke to him about the place for meditation in my life… How I saw that meditation practise in the form of running alone, sitting alone, being alone with my breath was easy for me… I lived alone and I had created a lifestyle that supported this need for silence…

As I spoke these words, little did I know that for the next four years I was to hardly ever be alone…!

I was going to include the interview here… But Anadi has discovered that when his Mac died two weeks ago, with it he lost lots of files there wasn’t the space to back up… Our interview has gone with the lost files…

But it is the past; it doesn’t exist; it never existed…!

There is no past and future only this moment now and in this moment we can heal and transform and create both the non existent past and future!

The paradox of life is fun; an eternal zen koan, something that can only be understood by our spirit and intuition, it is not something our mind can puzzle out! And the more we know this, the easier it is to let go and be free…

Having run alone today, and now sitting, writing alone with myself, I recognise that the time of constant movement and engagement of the past four years was all part of the solitude, and a chapter in my own life book, which demonstrated to me that I didn’t need to be alone to experience silence and solitude…

I found a stillness and a joy within all that unfolded, all the souls I was engaged with, such a richness of connection, a deepening of my own inner silence within the interactions… Until suddenly it has all stopped and I see even more keenly that the whole practice of meditation is to find this silence within ourselves, to trust that the external experiences are all created by our inner state, and so to be committed to be with each and every moment and acknowledge the opportunity for insight there…

To be able to be fully in the world and truly in relationship with one another, we all need to investigate being fully alone. We are born alone and we die alone and it is in fully embracing our aloneness that we will discover our wholeness and recognise that there is no ‘other’…

The joy of this worldly illusion is in relationship, and of course the pain… The illusion of something other than us.
Once we really start to investigate the possibility that the other doesn’t exist, then we can start to look inward and transform the world through our own aloneness…

As Gandhi said… ‘You must be the change you want to see in the world…’

This isn’t an outer process, this is an inner process, in and in and in… from this place of investigation there is no need to ‘be kind’ to others or ‘think of others’… Once we are engaged with transformation from the inside out all we will transmit is love, it can be no other way….

 

A step too far…

It is 5pm in Spain and I am sitting outside on a terrace, enjoying a café con leche… I have been sharing my office space today with another Inglés; he has seemed to be very industrious on his computer, whilst drinking Cervezas and smoking cigarettes…

He appears relaxed; and he looks quite bohemian… He reminds me of my alter ego…

I recall doing a writing course with my friend Steph… In one of the writing practises, I wrote the story as my alter ego… A man living in Spain, writing for a living, fuelling his creative process with alcohol and cigarettes…

Investigating and uncovering our ‘alter ego’ can hold valuable insights for us… It can open up aspects of ourselves that might be disowned, hidden away or even lost… Unresolved or unrealised aspects of who we truly are…

So what did this writing in the sun with alcohol and cigarettes – my alter side – represent to me…

Freedom…

Freedom my eternal quest… And watching this man who sits on a table across from me, I see freedom… The truth may be entirely different of course; he could be lonely, lost and bored and have nowhere to go, and alcohol and cigarettes are not necessarily a route to freedom…

However, it is within our projections that we can learn so much… What we think of or see in others is often simply to do with us. So before we decide what we see to be true; the first place to look is back at ourselves…

I am now living my own life of freedom… I am living out the alter ego life in my own way. I have reclaimed the aspects that were disowned and hidden and lost amongst a muddle of doing what I thought was necessary to please… Long gone is that muddle and so although I like the look of the man, I no longer have the pull towards ‘finding out’, which in the past was necessary for me to reclaim myself within the relating.

And now I am married to my alter ego anyway…! Who like me no longer pulls for freedom in rebellion, but lives it…

Whenever we are attracted to something outside ourselves, it is worth recognising that within this lies the possibility for reclaiming something of ourself; there is the chance to unlock and learn and reclaim ourselves within any situation, or relationship… The key is to take full ownership of our own yearnings and recognise they are arrows to where we need to go deeper, to take another step.

If we know this, then everything will work out, because we are taking full responsibility for our life and not hoping another person or situation will ‘do it for us’… We can dare to take a step to a new future because we understand that this life isn’t real, it’s simply a place for us to uncover and recover who we are…

The more conscious we are of this, the more it becomes possible to dare to take that ‘step too far…’

I was laughing with my friend Athena Jane about the actions of my instagram admirer… I had shown her his previous messages in April, and so after receiving his naked pic in the night this week, I sent her a text laughingly saying that he had ‘taken a step too far…’

This lead into Jane suggesting  that this would be a great title for a book… ‘A step too far…’

Is there such a thing…?

Of course in societal terms this is so… There are protocols and actions to adhere to which if we ‘step over’, can wreak havoc on the status quo… And if we are given to taking that step too far – as I was wont to as a child and ongoing – then instead of the freedom I craved, I experienced a curtailing, a punishment, a hauling ‘back into line…’

And so it is of no surprise that I would be attracted to those who stepped over a line, who took a step too far, who challenged the status quo… For it was  the disowned freedom within me that had taken on the mantel of ‘needing to be’ contained, curtailed, repressed, because it was somehow ‘dangerous’, that I saw in the mirror of these other ‘rebellious souls’…

But now I am free… I live as I choose; my own soul’s dance, and the delight is it doesn’t create havoc for others or myself…!

Instead, I am discovering that the courage comes from keeping taking the steps; when there is no longer a created barrier of being told ‘No…!’ Now that I have shed the internal restrictions that mirrored in the disapproval or holding onto by others… What now…?

I have discovered that there cannot be a step too far… That the steps towards our truth are limitless and can never go too far…

 

 

The Cycle of Life…

Anadi and I have just returned from a liquid lunch!

We set off on an outing to visit the Castle… But after walking up the steep winding hill to the very top, we found we had arrived fifteen minutes after it had closed… Sundays in Spain are very ‘Sunday ish’ indeed…

Not much is open except for the restaurants, where big groups of friends and families can be found, enjoying lots of food and wine together – all afternoon long…

We decided to explore, and so we wandered through the delightful back streets; all narrow and steep, white and terracotta buildings either side of the slopey long steps that lead to more and more winding streets…

After awhile we emerged out into a sunnier street with a small bar…

We intended to have a coffee, but on arriving a Cerveza for Anadi and a Clara (shandy) for me, seemed more in keeping with the day – the ambience – the whole occasion of Sunday in Spain…

The proprietor brought us our drinks and a little plate of freshly cooked sardines… ‘We’ve got to eat them now…’ I smiled, a little reluctantly…

Of course, we didn’t ‘have to’…. But they were brought with such flourish, such generosity and energy of the land, that it felt important to receive them with the reciprocal energy of appreciation… Sardines that look like they could be swimming are not my most favourite, and yet, in the same way as enjoying the fish straight from the sea the other day, once I had squeezed lemon over them, and dived in, they were amazing…

I could feel the freshness and goodness entering my body, the freshness and goodness of feeling free and allowing and receiving whatever to be to be…

The day was flowing with its own flow… !

Beer and sardines in the sun… After three and a half years of Anadi and I working seven days a week, suddenly everything has changed…

My life now has a completely different rhythm, and my days pass in a peaceful ‘writing running swimming in the mediterranean, just being’; sort of a way… And Anadi – now in another stage in his new business – has taken to having weekends off…

I remember reading ages ago that in building anything new, you must be prepared to ‘eat porridge’… By this, the article meant that it would likely take some sort of stretch, sacrifice, leap of faith to keep going – and to be prepared to ‘only eat porridge’ if this is what was needed to reach the goal…

We took the leap, and we still are; creating our lifestyle and finding a way for it to be sustainable as we journey, whilst listening to our inner compasses…

I love it so, this journey, this unfolding, travelling with a fellow soul on the path who is as ‘nuts’ as me…

For his is how, in taking ‘the road less travelled’, we have been described by some… 🙂

And now we have Sundays to spend in a different way than before… And so as we sat with no plan, together, chatting, happy, in the sun… It seemed the natural thing to ‘have another drink…’

As if the lively sardines were not challenge enough, the next plate of tapas was squid in its ink! But I gamely joined in; embracing Spain, the day, the offerings, feeling delighted by my unexpected lunch…

It felt to be the perfect ‘recovery food’ from a track session this morning… As we arrived at La Pista at 9am today, more excitement was abounding; a cycling road race was readying to leave and the cyclists and their bikes were circling around, warming up, music playing… The bright lycra and shiny bikes a dazzling array of colour fun and friendship…

We made our way through the crowd onto my track, empty, just for me to run around and around and around in my bare feet; I ran a session familiar to me from the past… 10 x 300 metres with 100 metre jog between each fast stretch…

How many times have I lapped the track this way…? Unraveling, circling, round and round, shedding as I go all that is not needed, so all that remains is the run; the zen… Where will the next running step lead me?

Everything is a circle; arriving back at the beginning… The day turning to night and then to day again, as we circle the sun again and again and again on planet earth… The birth of a new day, until its the death and then always re birth; the cycle of life in everything we do…

Birth death and re birth…

Blazing your own trail…

The plan this morning was to run some intervals on the track… Anadi came with me – he was going to stretch while I ran – but we arrived to the buzz and activity of ‘something going on’… Young boys and girls were collecting race numbers, and an exciting and anticipatory energy was all around…

I asked if it was possible to use the track, but no, it was a big competition, the Andalusian championships… I can come back tomorrow between 8am and 2pm…

Seeing all the little strips of athletic girls, took me back to racing 800 metres barefoot on the grass in the Farnham and district sports when I was 12…

On arriving and feeling the energy of competition I immediately wanted to join in…!

Joanie (Benoit Samuelson) racing a marathon at 60 years old, inspired me a few days ago; today it was the 12 year old girls who were my inspiration; all brown and lithe and ready to run and run and run…

Social media is a wonderful thing, connecting us each day all around the world… I have made many new online friends this way and have discovered  instagram to be a delightful place where I have connected with many other travellers and adventurers around the globe; seeing their beautiful photos opens even further the limitless possibilities in this life … A community of nomads already exists and I imagine that the way Anadi and I are choosing to live will be quite normal in the next 10 years…

I have always tended to live ‘ten years ahead’ of what is occurring and so it isn’t surprising that this trend would continue.. When I first started working as a ‘life coach/ mentor/ teacher/healer’ in the very early 90’s, I went to a training organisation to see if they would employ me… A nice man interviewed me and he was very encouraging and supportive of how I worked with people, but at the end of the conversation, he said… ‘The way you practice is ten years ahead of what is going on now… You will be better to continue alone….”

I remember walking out into Marble Arch, wandering into Hyde Park and feeling a mixture of emotions; slight disappointment as I was hoping for some ‘safety’, yes, that chimera! And at the same time a soaring of my spirits as I felt seen by him, and I knew in my heart that he was right, and that the true safety came from blazing my own trail….

And so here I am, still blazing my own trail; a nomad on the road to who knows where…

As with all social media there is the space on instagram for private messaging and one of my ‘followers’ sent me a picture of his naked self last night!

‘There must be something in my energy field that invites this’, I laughed to Anadi as I showed him the overtly sexy X rated pic I’d been sent in the night…

My admirer did send me a message a few weeks ago saying I had good legs and bottom; and I replied ‘thank you’! Maybe that was invitation enough…?

Anyway, as I said to Anadi I am receiving the photo as a gift of art, the human form in all its glory…

‘To start at the beginning…’

My writing desk on the balcony looks down on a little square by the sea in Almuñecar, it is more lively than when we were last here in February; colourful stalls starting to appear… Joyous, vibrant, strips of cloth, skirts, pantalones, a mass, a tumble of possibility.

I am happy at the moment to be shopping vicariously from where I sit…

Although my life lends itself to a constant changing wardrobe… ‘Cuanto?’ I asked yesterday… I was looking through a rail of ‘pantalones’… ‘Seis euros’, the stall holder replied; the pair I am wearing at the moment are from Famara beach and were a similar price…

The beach sox I wear as shoes – when I wear them, which isn’t often while abroad – are £2.50 a pair; my wardrobe tastes are in contradiction to the extravagant energy of constant culling, change, transforming, updating…

Existing in contradiction isn’t uncommon for us as human beings…

An inner part of me moves towards being a vegetarian, and yet my body appreciates fish and occasional meat… The day before yesterday we wandered over the road to order a simple salad lunch. The restauranteur spoke to us of the fresh fish, caught that night…

Anadi and I were persuaded and asked if we could share one pescado, with some salad… The waiter brought us the pre cooked fish to admire before it was prepared…

The fish was so very beautiful, shiny wet silver… We were both keenly aware that it had been swimming only the day before. ‘It’s important to be able to look it in the eye, isn’t it?’ I said to Anadi, he agreed…

If we are to live within a contradiction in any area of our life, then it is important to exist in that space fully, acknowledging honouring the opposite pull, the yin to the yang… By doing this we are able to connect more fully to the spirit within everything; plants and animals as well as humans…

All living things have spirits, even if it is the collective spirit, and therefore feelings too and so can feel pain. It is only in acknowledging how we are all united, by the ability to feel pain, that we can move beyond the duality of dark and light, yin and yang to know the place which is beyond the experience of existing in this universe of polarity. By being fully present in every moment to every thought and action, we can be in a position to really understand how transient this life on planet earth is and to really recognise that consciousness, truth, our spiritual energy is never ending.

In recognising this, we can understand more fully what love is.

Later…

I bought a new dress! For 5 euros 🙂 I enjoyed my shopping spree; the stall owner spoke only in Spanish to me at my request and I bought a new bolsa as well as a dress. As I was going he called me back to give me a present, a little bracelet and he told me I was guapa… Maybe he hopes the ‘big spender’ will return… 🙂

I am looking across at the sea I swum in this morning. It seems to be inviting me again… This morning I ran alone and went further along the coast, clambering over rocks to reach a beach beyond the one the road lead me too.

My barefoot journey is lending itself to a deeper meditation on the move than ever before; my feet feel now like two independent beings, whose need for exploration, adventure, movement, steps leading to other steps must be adhered to and obeyed and so I let them take me where they will; the ultimate zen… Following my feet better allows me to  become the running and today, as I stopped and looked out over the sun dawning on a Spanish morning, I was reminded of a quote from one of my favourite books which speaks exactly as I feel at this point in my life….

“I felt it was for this I had come: to wake at dawn on a hillside and look out on a world for which I had no words, to start at the beginning, speechless and without plan, in a place that still had no memories for me.”
Laurie Lee – ‘As I walked out one midsummer morning”

 

 

Inspired inspiring inspire…

Yesterday I read about Joan Benoit Samuelson who turned sixty this month aiming  for a sub three hour marathon…

The current world record for the 60-64 age group is 3:01:30 which was run by New Zealand’s Bernie Portenski in 2010…

Joan previously held the world record in the marathon, when she ran 2:22:43 for the win at the 1983 Boston Marathon and then 2:21:21 at the 1985 Chicago Marathon… So she is a class runner…!

Reading about her new goal, I could feel the stirrings within me…

I’ve never really been sure if I even actually like running marathons! And yet, right from the very first one I ran in 1982, they are the distance that does this inner thing to me ….

An inner ‘thing’ has no explanation; it is an insistent voice; it knows the best way for our growth, the route we must take to find things out… And so this is why we must listen to it…

With any yearning or vision that arises within us; it is not the end result that is ever of the most importance; it is that the journey towards this chimera – this illusion on the stage of life – is where we will discover who we are and where we need to let go of even more…

So that we can ultimately let go of all we define ourselves by and of course eventually our body, the very vehicle that carries us through this human journey.

The paradox is whilst we are striving towards ‘something’ so that our spirit can soar and experience pure expression – uncovering and unravelling and releasing anything that blocks us as we go… We are also involved in a process of letting go of the very thing that we are aiming for…

It is a whole 2 years until I am sixty, and who knows what will happen between now and then…!

But, even the stirrings of a goal shine the light on where I need to strengthen and balance; the work that would be necessary for me to contemplate racing a half marathon again, let alone a marathon…

A journey ‘towards my own Ithaca’ will undoubtedly set me more free…

‘When you start on your journey to Ithaca,
then pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge….’

Ithaca,  by -K. P. Kavafis (C. P. Cavafy), one of my favourite poems, starts this way…

The text says it all for me, there is more of the poem than I have copied here, but it finishes thus….

‘Always keep Ithaca fixed in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for long years;
and even to anchor at the isle when you are old,
rich with all that you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have taken the road.
But she has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not defrauded you.
With the great wisdom you have gained, with so much experience,
you must surely have understood by then what Ithacas mean’

And, so we all have our own Ithaca to journey towards, and as I wrote in a recent post; when we do our own thing, as Joan Benoit Samuelson is doing, we inspire others without even knowing it…

And I am inspired…

So much so that this morning I completed my first ever bare foot interval session on the road… A five mile run with stretches of speed play in it, ranging from about 30 seconds to a couple of minutes, maybe more… I had no watch so it was very much the ‘speed play’ fartlek is meant to be….

And really and truly part of my inspiration is to keep playing; I am loving my running more than I ever have in my life, and it being an expression of play feels the way to go.

I was too hard on myself as a young runner; and so with the years of experience under my belt it is time now to play again and truly enjoy the road to Ithaca….

 

The right time….

I have just returned from my Spanish lesson… A whole two hours speaking in Spanish with Maricarmen! The clock struck 1pm signalling the end of our time…

She then shared with me that she had seen a film about the racing driver Niki Lauda last night, and that it had made her think of me… This prompted me to tell her that I made a video yesterday, about the experience of training for and running my best ever marathon…

Having mentioned how she had connected something in the film with me, I thought she might like to see my vlog….

I told her how it had accessed emotion from within me… ‘And you hadn’t expected that?’ she enquired? ‘No, no, not at all…’ I responded… ‘It was the right time then…’ She said.

It was the right time…

Lauren Kelly is a barefoot runner in California… It was a video of hers, she had just completed a 16 mile run in bare feet, (!) that I watched when I first embarked upon my own barefoot journey…

We have become friends across the globe, and she said via my YouTube channel, that she was interested to hear about my experience of training for and running my best ever marathon…

And so I responded….

I didn’t anticipate the emotion rising in me as it did, and as Maricarmen said, this demonstrates how necessary the process was, and that it was the right time…

Over all my running years, I have been aware that part of fully embracing my running expression, has been to know that I was on a journey to be able to ‘let go’ of the ‘attachment to my running’… Or rather any attachment to some hoped for state, that running could never possibly give me…

To discover instead the Zen of running – how to truly be in the step – to be here, now…

This process has deepened over the years, and particularly in most recent months I have been aware of a profound ‘letting go’ occurring.

This has shown itself in my the barefoot running, as well as an inner knowing, and an ever increasing ability to trust the next step…

My running energy is where I have seen manifest where I am holding on everywhere…

I have always been ‘Running to learn’… I knew as a very young woman that the running path for me was been one where I came face to face with myself again and again and again…

Over the years running has been both my nemesis when I chased the ‘god of fast times and race results’, I hoped might bring the chimera of some sort of immortality; an illusion of ‘safety’ from the transience of this life…

But then it was also running that has been my salvation… Because, time and time again I was brought right back to the truth that there is nowhere to get to, and that there is no finish line; nowhere to hide…

I have been letting go all my life; and trusting that the letting go will reveal my true expression….

Running is and always has been a natural place for my soul to dance, to express, and the more I let go… The more it seems that rather than the running leave my life – instead the running step is more joyous, more free, more me…

And yesterday as the tears rose in me while I spoke, I was aware that this was all part of the process of letting go and setting my spirit free….

We can only resolve when we are ready to resolve.

It was the right time….

The body holds all the wisdom

Today I posted an article which I had written for Anadi’s site about injury and it immediately resonated with some of you, my readers… 🙂

We can all relate to our body hurting, not moving well, stopping us in our tracks…

This vehicle we travel in is incredibly durable and supports us through so much, but it is also vulnerable and is affected by everything that occurs in our lives. It registers our every thought, our every emotion, our every accident… If the ones that cause distress to us and therefore our body, are not addressed, dealt with and cleared, then the residual tension and imbalance stores up in the body which eventually presents its bill…

It is the temple of our soul…

If we have pain in the body it is worth investigating at a deeper level within us, as the injury or pain can be a valuable arrow pointing us to where we are holding tension or fear or unresolved distress.

It will be different for each one of us; and there are many books, Louise Hay being one well known author, which offer some guidance into what the injury or pain might be connected too at a deeper emotional level.

Even giving this idea some consideration can make a difference as it can re empower us to take charge of that process, rather than simply feeling ‘something is happening to us’, over which we have no control.

When we become fully connected to the idea that our inner state is being reflected in our lives around us, it becomes easier to also take control of any process through initially acceptance that there is something for us to understand, investigate and clear…

So if I turn this process directly onto me… Why have I got a very painful wrist at the moment?

On looking up the connection with wrist pain to what might be going on emotionally within me, the reference I discovered made sense to me. Through the investigation I feel more equipped to let go of anything that might be going on unconsciously, and limiting this new life I am living…

The body is a wonderful way of finding out about our inner processes and alerting us to anything we might not be giving enough attention to…

So, the article I found, stated that the forearm represents the capacity to ‘start and complete something; following the difficulty in making the choice of how to act’ – and the hand represents the ‘capacity to hold on to what one has achieved, give and receive tenderness, understanding, gentleness’ – and that the wrist is the joint that ‘allows action to be transmitted to the hand, that supports and decides on the fine-tuning of that decision and action and thus obtain the best result…’

This all resonates…

My wrist pain has appeared seemingly out of nowhere…

However I am just three weeks into a new way of living; one that I made the decision to implement last October… I processed any difficulties in this decision as I went along… Communicating and offering my energy this way, through the written word, instead of working with one person at a time as a therapist, is in many ways the same; but also very different.

This rather acute wrist pain is allowing me to go deeper into clearing the way for whatever new ways of working my inner self has in mind for me, and letting go of any inflexibility or resistance …!

When we investigate the messages of the body; this doesn’t mean that the pain immediately goes; but it does mean that we fully embrace the ‘time off’ needed, if it is an injury that prevents us working or doing our sport, and allow the time to heal.

My wrist isn’t stopping me doing anything (other than press ups and upper body strength work!); it is simply speaking to me and I am listening and understanding….

Listen always to your body; it holds all the wisdom. It is not ‘us’, but it is through the body we convey ourselves, and it is how we know ourselves in the journey of our own life, and in the mirror of relating with others…

It is worth looking after our body. we expect it to be there for us, to work hard, to party, to relax and sleep when we want it too; it takes us through crisis and the many demands we place upon it… The more we are connected to it, and look after it; the more we will hear its wisdom and learn more about ourselves and the deeper levels of our true self.

For the body is like a child, taking everything in and if we don’t start to take notice, it lets us know anyway!

 

An overnight success…

The day dawned with a five mile run along the prom and a swift swim across the little bay opposite our Almuñecar home. The huge turquoise ‘swimming pool’ was very much warmer than when we were here in Febrero!

And I have a new bikini!

Thank you to my friend Athena Jane, she bought me one for my birthday… I love it! This pic shows only the bottom half… The top half is brilliant, it doubles as a running top, good nomadic planning! Two things in one…

Anadi joined me, and we both greeted the sparkly Spanish day in our bare feet, enjoying this new but familiar land; saying ‘hello’ again… Our souls and the soles of our feet connecting to the beautiful Spanish May morn… We returned to our familiar breakfast of zumo de naranja y tostado con tomate y cafe con leche…

We notice, that we tend to eat the same breakfast each day in the place we are in; but different breakfasts in different lands…

So Corfu is fruit and yoghurt and maybe some eggs, and here the tostado con tomate rules…

It must be said that I rather look like an advert for kinesio tape at the moment! The joy and enthusiasm of my running in Essaouira challenged my left foot a little bit; although it felt fine running this morning with some tape to help it along… But my main injury is a writing injury ! 🙂

Anadi thinks it is writing on my Ipad, and so I have transferred to only working on my computer, from today… But my right wrist  is hurting… Well, who’d have thought it?

Testament to the fact I am writing more again… However, the same applies to whatever we undertake, listening to the body and responding accordingly means that we can create endurance and learn how to look after ourselves in any area of our life…!

After breakfast I took our washing to the laundry and joined my ‘body building’ gym again… It felt a bit like a ‘Camberwick Green’ type episode in the series : ‘Hulia en España’, as I navigated my way through both scenarios in Spanish…

A new world keeps opening as I understand more words, I am very much an ‘every day’ person…

Doing things every day means we build up gradually, and it can then look like something incredible has ‘suddenly happened’ when it truth it is the result of 100’s of days of doing it again…. So every day I am doing some Spanish ‘homework’…  I have this vision of one day it looking like ‘Hulia can suddenly speak Spanish…’!

The quote that has always resonated with me is ‘An overnight success takes ten years…’ I have witnessed this in action in the lives of others, and my own.

Anyone who keeps going – of course adjusting to what is needed and being wise in response to what is occurring – can succeed…

The thing that stops many people is being unaware of the slide into despondency or feeling overwhelmed at having to ‘do things for ever’! And so they carry on as before and continue with the unhelpful patterns forever, instead of creating new ways of being that better support the life they want to lead.

This is evident in obvious areas such as food intake and exercise; but it exists everywhere… It is always worth investigated the unconscious scripts within us; so that we can re write them and create patterns and behaviours that sustain us and help us create and realise the possible from the seemingly impossible…

Estamos que estés pasando un buen dia ! 🙂