Inspiration…

Another solo adventure on my wild Moroccan beach…

I love it at Essaouira and feel I could stay for ages, but we are only here for a short while because we were not sure the internet would be strong enough for Anadi’s work… But it is šŸ™‚

So we will be back again sometime…

We are assured we have had ‘unusual’ weather conditions so far…! Misty mist yesterday, and today windy wind… Very very windy wind…!

I set off this morning, crossed the road to the beach and immediately the sand whipped across my legs, into my eyes and mouth; I made my way to the water’s edge, the firm sand there a better environment to keep my eyes open and see where I was going!

The kite surfers were hanging onto their kites, being dragged along on the sand, trying to keep some control… Before taking off out to sea and becoming leaping, dancing, joyous strips of colour.

It flashed into my mind of having read about the Kenyan athletes doing sprint training, and interval training into head winds…

This thought flashed in and out again…!

I chose to run with the wind behind me, stretching out for a minute or two, running through the shallow sea; letting the wind give my legs wings of speed; then walking for a bit, before repeating.

I ran this way, feeling like I was flying on land, all the way round to the rock…

I glanced over at the sand dunes, they beckoned me; but the sight of whipping sand meant that this thought too flashed in and out…

I Ā intended to stay with my wind assisted, watery session… walking my recoveries into the wind, running with it behind me…

But my true inner self had other plans…!
I may have thought these flashing thoughts – these images of my future in fact – had been rejected… How wrong I was!

I spotted a young boy over in the sand dunes… He leapt down through them, light agile free in his movements… He stretched on the sand awhile, and then started to run hard and fast right into the head wind…

I was inspired…

I made my way to the dunes and the wind whipped and stung my legs, oh joyous feeling; in the elements alive and free and alone again, the dunes rising up all around me… I ran in them, up and down and around and then back to where I had seen the boy.

I copied his actions, running into the wind, lifting my legs, keeping my back straight, using this powerful force, this incredible wind as natural resistance training.

I ran for a stretch, and walked and this time repeated the pattern into the wind all the way round to the end of the beach…

I loved it!

Free from any expectation of any particular outcome, other than to enjoy stretching my body, feeling its strength, free from any thought, inspired by a young Moroccan boy, who I am not sure had even seen me.

And so it is…

How we can inspire one another without even knowing it; simply by living our lives. Every breath we take is important, as it will lead us to the next exhale of energy and so to words and actions.

If we are fully aware that this imprint is being received by others, then we will stay connected to the importance of living out our true expression… For truthful expression when seen by others can inspire them to live the same…

A young boy in Morocco has no idea that he inspired me, and in turn, all who read my words today and who might leave more willing to live even more fully and more truly.

 

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