The language of the heart…

We have just arrived in Spain…

It is a ‘dia nubloso’… We seem to be arriving in places shrouded in misty fogginess; rather a nice feel… The blanket over the day, and the warmth beneath it lends itself to a feeling of possibility waiting to burst forth..

Although of course, this could just be my projection… My nature is that of the optimist, and I am familiar with the feeling that something exciting is about to happen…!

It is an orientation of my lifetime…

When we were here at Christmas time, I was creating my ‘Soles Journey’ space to write in during my sabbatical ahead of me, and I was recalled a post card that I sent to my friend Wendy back in 2003… I had taken a month off to come to Spain alone to write and run…

Last week, Wends found the post card… This is what I sent to her 14 years ago…

‘Hello! well – here I am, sitting on the beach!

I am loving my time here. It is very silent and contemplative, although I’ve seen Ian (my God cousin) occasionally which keeps my hand in with socialising!

My dream life has always been to be writing a book in cafes and running in the sun and I am living it!!

You are in my thoughts loads and I’m looking forward to seeing you when I get home and meeting Alfie. Loads and loads of love to you all…’

Alfie is my Godson, who was a month old then!

Fourteen years later and the essence of me is the same. The changes have come through always staying connected to the silent and contemplative aspect,  and step by step clearing away anything that might mean I don’t live my dream life; and so my lifestyle has emerged from within through ‘letting go’, rather than ‘making happen’…

Step by step, ‘Paso a paso’…

I recall reading Bear Grylls advice when climbing Everest, and this advice is valid of any of the ‘Everests’ we might encounter in our lives… ‘Keep moving and keep taking small steps.’

If we give ourselves sufficient time to meditate and find the silent space within, then our inner voice, our heart is more able to be heard… It speaks always, but as societal pressures demand, this means that lives are lead by from a script rather than the hearts calling, and the voice becomes a whisper.

But it is never too late to start listening to the language of the heart and to live from this place.

Today, we were again in row 14, right in the middle of the plane, and this time we had a very very unhappy toddler in the row in front of us; her screams were getting louder, her parents tenser, and her two little sisters were getting ‘gooder’…

‘They should put screaming children in a cage in the hold with the dogs’ Anadi said!! I think he was joking!

I had an idea… ‘Lets sing the Gayatri Mantra’… And so we did, very quietly, over and over and over… Her screams lost their energy and in quite a short time, the little girl went to sleep for the whole journey…

It was like witnessing a miracle.