Connection unknown, unexplained, but recognised….

Thursday : I am writing in the Larder

Running in bare feet is a bit like having a puppy or a baby, it lends itself to connection and conversation…

I met a man in the park yesterday called Jim, who you will be meeting in a vlog next week… He was walking round the huge playing fields in Enfield with his black labrador Casandra and my naked feet opened the dialogue… We then discovered that for both of us, our first ever marathon was the 1983 London Marathon… Back in the day when we had to post our entries into post boxes to secure an entry… I can’t exactly remember the system! But Jim will hopefully remind me next week…

And then today I met a man who remembered running with Bruce Tulloh, who was a great advocate of barefoot running… He was reported to say ‘Its the lightest shoe you will find…’

The more I live barefoot, the more I don’t want to put shoes on… However, I also recognise that my feet may never – or take a very long time to – be able to run on rocky (extremely ‘ouchie’) terrain without a bit of protection… The Tarahumara tribe, featured and famous in the book ‘Born to Run‘ wear the thinnest of home-made sandals, with zero cushioning, no motion-control… Just something to stop ‘rocks on the path’ digging in!

The way will find me… I am feeling fitter and stronger by the week; and I am loving running more than I can remember…

I am also keen to run off road on more adventurous terrain… A journey, of discovery, but there is no rush…

More than ever I see the path knows the way and I must follow…

Today, Friday, I am writing in the Larder again…

I met my gorgeous beautiful goddaughter Pru last night in our favourite place to eat together… Nama, a vegan restaurant in Notting Hill… The food is amazing, so delicious, that I always feel that I would be happy to eat breakfast, lunch and supper there for the rest of my life…
But much more important was seeing Pru, hugging her tight and sitting across the table from her, looking into her clear, honest open blue eyes… Treasuring spending a few hours together…

I love wandering about in my bare – be scarfed was the adornment for the night – feet… I have become completely relaxed about it now, and find that most people don’t notice… A few do of course, and I can only ‘make up’ their reaction from what I see in their faces… And others connect, make it clear they have seen and that they enjoy what they have seen… Out and about in ‘normal life’ as opposed to ‘running life’, this has mainly been women… A sort of sisterhood; a connection unknown, unexplained, but recognised….

We often need a reason to connect, to make the first move in relating, although brief encounters on the path, have been very much part of the tapestry and enjoyment of my life… But my bare feet have opened a whole new door… The connection is even more transparent, immediate, and I reflect that this is because to be barefoot I have had to step more deeply into my vulnerability, transparency, my naked self…

If there was any part of me wanting to hide before, it seems now that with the shedding of the shoes, there has been a stripping away of another layer… Or the stripping away has caused me to abandon the shoes…. And with no linear time these occurrences are happening simultaneously, they are the same thing…

Outward manifestation of our  inner states… if we dare to be fully authentic with ourselves, we do not know what this will require, but we do know that at the deepest level we will find peace inside….

There were bees on the path today…

Or rather bees on Anadi’s path and dog poo on mine! Anadi and I ran 8 miles all around the vast Enfield playing fields, which are beautifully kept and no dog poo in site, except for the bit my left foot discovered hidden in the grass… But the joy of barefoot is that it is easy to clean on the green green grass… Full of clover in places, with bees nestling right in…

Anadi was stung, not once but twice! I have looked up bee symbolism as apart from the stinging, they were everywhere on our path today! And this is what I found….

‘Ah to have wings and be totally free, that is the ultimate dream is it not?

Bee is a marvelous symbol of the idea that anything is possible…

Bee seems to have the magic of believing down, he has conquered what so many of us dream of, to take flight and soar through the sky.

Humming and buzzing through the air the hum of the Bees wings sing the song…. “I believe I can fly”…!

And it conveys the meaning “to have the height of excellence”, a premiere shining message of royal Bee symbolism’.

It takes all sorts..!

I am sitting in ‘The Larder’ coffee shop, waiting for Anadi who is making his way from a meeting in central London…

I have had a wonderful morning which has involved running round and around in circles… A joyous delight for me; as I say at the end of my vlog… ‘It takes all sorts…’!

For me running without restriction in my body, feeling fluent and enjoying the sensation of the wet grass under my feet, the familiar rubber of the track on my soles is how I paint, draw, create a tune…
I remember meeting a professional musician who had been playing in different orchestras and arrangements all of his life…He was 58 years old to my then 48 years… I met him at Heathrow airport in baggage reclaim, when there was a three hour delay before our luggage appeared… He told me how his music was there and then gone… How he would spend months practicing, rehearsing and performing, and then the concert or run of concerts was done, gone, finished, no record… But that was how he liked it…Always making something afresh, new, no attachment to how good the past was, or not so good…  Then he would begin all over again.

And as the years have passed, I have discovered this is the same for me with running…

Today felt creative, powerful… I liked the picture made up of loops and laps, coloured green and red under a grey, streaky sky, only hints of blue…

I had found my way to another track, and then… It was locked… No way in.

There was a groundsman busy with weeds on the central area, but he never lifted his head… And anyway he was a way off from my side of the locked gates, too far to attract his attention…

But the other side of the road to the track was a vast expanse of green, damp grass, all wet from a night of rain; so I didn’t much mind that the track was shut and I lapped the grass instead… Huge fields; a mile and a half to loop the edge. Twice round I ran when I spotted that the door of the track clubhouse was ajar…

On closer investigation I found two men on their knees, locked in Wednesday morning dialogue – scrubbing the floor…

‘Hello’ I said, as I approached… They both looked up, smiley men…

‘Is it possible to use the track?’ I asked… ‘Come on, I’ll let you in…’ One said, getting stiffly off his knees and straightening up slowly…

We walked together to the gate, he unlocked the padlock and let me onto my track…

I had no real plan of what to do, I had had some thoughts this morning that I might run some 1000 metre reps… And so that is exactly what I did…

In my bare feet!

And how my body loved it…

I felt relaxed, fluent and I didn’t run too hard… 5 x 1000m with a 200m jog recovery…
All the while the man who was digging up weeds on the grass in the interior of the track kept digging up weeds; he did not lift his head once. It was like I was a ghost runner who he could not see…

I averaged 4.21 for my intervals… I am a good coach, I know what is possible and probable and so coach Julia said to athlete Julia… ‘I reckon 4.30’s will be what you might expect today… Especially as you haven’t done anything like this for some time, and you are in your bare feet…’

My bare feet snorted at this, at being considered a hindrance…

They know they are setting me free…

 

Our feet got joyously deliciously wet…

I have been walking through Salisbury in my bare feet in the rain; the feel of warm damp stones on the soles of my feet connected me even more to the energy of this city than when I first stepped off the train onto the dry pavements…

The smell of the rain on a warm day reminded me of an English summer, which is what I have just landed in…

From the searing heat of Turkey to the blossoming burgeoning warmth of a cloudy June day full of rain…

I arrived at Waterloo this morning and felt a surge of limitless possibility seeing all the train signs, destinations near and far flashing up in neon lights…

I could go anywhere, do anything, get on a train and enter a new world… Every step we take opens up new vistas; if we place our foot and really feel the energy of the step… Listen to it, breathe it, know it and recognise that we are part of this whole universe, part of the creation from the space of clear pure consciousness… We are experiencing ourselves through the samsara of this paradigm…

I arrived at the station and there was my sister Rosy, all bright light smiley and as pleased to see me as I to see her..

The last time we were together was in Club la Santa in February… We drove to a car park, stepped out into the hustle of a Tuesday elevenses – coffee time, we walked and talked our way to somewhere more central where we came upon a ‘Bill’s…’

We fell into the embrace of the open doors, and there we stayed… Coffee through to pre lunch sparkling pink lemonade virgin cocktail and then into a lunch of salady squeaky huloumi deliciousness…

My feet liked the rain… Being wet when everyone else was dry, gave me a childlike feeling of naughty fun… Conjuring a memory of wet socks in gum boots when I had waded too deep into a stream…

A woman on the train, saw my feet, and grinned at me… ‘Have a really lovely day’ she said as she left…

I arrived back at Waterloo and my friend Wends was there to meet me under the clock…
She was wearing beach sox and I my strappy barefoot sandal look; we sploshed through the pouring rain together…

Our feet got even more joyously deliciously wet…

Feeling the earth beneath my feet feels like I am being lead by them; they have been ‘let out’ and now they are going whichever way they want… It feels like they have found their purpose, to be in each step… To truly feel each step and be in it, fully completely…

To feel the rain, the warmth, the ‘ouchie’ bits and the verdant grass… To experience this universe fully and know that it is all our own creation and that through it we can experience the yin and the yang, the cold and the warm, the wet and the dry, the ouchie and the smooth flat road …

And in fully experiencing the yin to the yang and recognising the pull of this duality to find the space between the ouchie and the smooth and know ourselves there…

Wends and I drank sparkling water and the rain splashed down outside… Our feet got dry…

And then soaking wet all over again….

My vlog from Salisbury….

 

Consciously aware of our choices…

I am on a train from Waterloo to Salisbury… I am meeting my sister Rosy for my birthday treat lunch… I do enjoy a birthday that runs for 6 weeks!

It has felt like an adventure of a day already… Anadi and I rose early, just before 6am, with the intention to run in Grovelands park

We opened the front door of our little ‘Stables’ home to a colourful array of bright pink blue orange summer flowers, and June warmth, shrouded in a grey sky; the air was clear warm and invited us to run.

We said ‘hello’ to Octavious the tortoise who was still in bed – it must have been early….  And set off to the park, but on arriving we found the gate locked  – the park opens at 8am – so instead we ran to the cricket ground at the end of Station road… We clambered through a hole in the hedge and then lapped the smooth green in figures of 8 around the two big expanses of well kept grass….

We greeted the  ground keeper who was starting all the sprinklers going, which we then dodged as we ran ,and said ‘good morning’ to the night watchman who was leaving at the end of his shift…

Tuesday morning dawning, rhythms routines, the tapestry of life… People doing the same things at the same time each day; round and round the sun we go; day dawns, night falls and the routines and rhythms keep circling as we circle the sun…

I boarded a train into central London; I changed onto a tube at Highbury and Islington – all the way, we were all squashed in, standing in the aisles and all around the doors…

Many people, many doing the same thing each day. Some meditating, some reading, some on their phones, some just standing sitting… All of us together on the train to London.

There is nothing wrong with doing the same thing; routines and rhythms can work, can help us to create, to work well, efficiently and productively… The key is to reflect, consciously, question… ‘Is this my path, is this what I truly want, is there a way to change if not…?’

Taking back our own power, finding our voice, recognising that we all create this world, we create the packed tubes, the business and busy ness of life… It is our creation.

We create the wind the rain, love and hate… We make it all…

So it is important to reflect on our creations, our lives unfolding, the patterns, the routines, the same things we do. We are joining in with it and so creating it… This is true of everything….

The key is reflection…

Consciously aware of our choices, our actions, our reactions our words and our every thought…

The road of life reveals itself…

This morning I walked up the path from our London ‘home for awhile,’ and was greeted by Octavious… He was out in the sun having his breakfast…

I look forward to seeing him when we land in North London, I was telling Nina our dueña that Octavious the forty year old tortoise is famous, and that even Maricarmen, my Spanish teacher asks after him… She laughed and said, ‘Octavious has friends all over the world…’

He is like us, except that in his case he stays in one place and the friends come to him; and in our case we travel the world landing in different communities where we see our friends again…

We are the yang to his yin…

He is constant in his energy, he never complains at our absence or seems overly concerned as to how long we are going to stay, he is constant in his presence…

If we are constant in our presence in the space with others, then relationship has the opportunity to deepen even with separation, gaps in the relating, ‘spaces in the togetherness…’

If we seek to be constant within ourselves, recognising at the core level that absolutely nothing is personal, then our relating can soar to another level; as expectation, demand and need leave the building…

In their place is true love, which is described perfectly in the passage from Corinthians 13 in the bible…

‘Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. . . And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love…’

It sums up everything there is to aspire to in love and spirituality…

When I happened upon Octavious, I was walking up the path to go and run on the track at Finsbury Park… It felt an achievement when 25 minutes later I actually found the park!

However, running on the track today was not to be! When I arrived I found there to be much activity going on…. I decided that it was still worth asking, ‘Is it possible to use the track?’, as the activity seemed to be all on the inner grassy area…

A nice lady laughed at my question……’ ‘There are 900 kids there….’  I had my answer!

So instead, I ran about on the grass and then ran ten times up and down again, on a stretch of hill between two trees. The plan of the day altering, taking its own turn… The path unfolding in front of me…

If we trust the step then we recognise that the step is our creation, and that all we must do is clear the tension and pain that can take us repeatedly down experiences of pain and tension…

All we must do is clear the way for our highest and clearest expression… And trust the path unfolding because the road can only truly reveal itself in each moment it is traveled…

I found my way back to Anadi and we decided to go to our favourite coffee shop here, The Larder… We wandered across to find it closed on a Monday… And so I am here, ‘The king’s Head’ instead, after a coffee with Anadi, I have enjoyed a delicious salad and have now settled into my office for the afternoon… The path revealing itself.

If we remember this, and practice living this way within every moment, then if we have an idea, bursting into our consciousness, it is the same process… To trust the energetic flow; clear the way, clear any inner blocks…

Clear fear… And then the secret is to take that first step… It doesn’t matter if you have no idea where it is leading, without question that will be revealed….

 

When i first started my vlog I had a ‘plan’ that I would find beaches around the world to run along, but the plan is revealing itself – with so far not much running on beaches…!

So I am going to do a mini vlog a day, at least through July to see what emerges…. And include it in my daily blog…

 

Eleven months – eleven miles….

We woke at 5.40am yesterday – the morning sun creeping over the hills, softly softly – the day gentle and balmy, the temperature clement, like a fresh summer morn… But we knew the force of the suns rays would soon be beaming down on us, in vibrant yellow energy, hot, shining shards of light; until later in the day the road and the sand would be too hot to bear for the soles of our feet!

We padded out and set off for our longest barefoot run… Two circuits around the edge of the forest on the blue cycle path for half of the lap, and through the tree lined wide road that winds down beside the coast, for the second half… The first was gone in a flash… My body felt open and strong…

Feeling the positive the effects of my second  deep tissue Turkish massage… My feet enjoying the feel of the warm road, my body relaxed and fluid… Anadi and I ran side by side, talking, enjoying each other… The day opening in glorious light sunny bright, the feel of the road beneath our feet…

We had hidden a  bottle of water at the half way point – we paused and glugged down thirsty gulps –  and then round again, with ease, relaxed running running…

11 months, 11 miles… It’s taken some time, but in a way no time at all…
I feel like I am at the very start of my life – a new sport, new beginnings, new vistas opening before me… Flashes of possibility and new dreams arise, as I take the next step, and the next, and the next…

Every moment of our life as the first… Every moment of our life holds the possibility to transform our past and create a vibrant new future… Each moment is the only one, stepping into it with anticipation and silent joy… No expectation and yet allowing the dreams to arise and manifest…

Life; a glorious delightful paradox in every step…

The story of my life…

‘The story of your life…’ Maricarmen laughed…

We had just finished our Spanish lesson on Skype and I was recounting a story – in English – the lesson had finished J Which mirrored all we had been talking about…

I am not musically gifted; I need another person to help me with timing and to follow for the tune and then all is well.

But left to my own devices it goes ‘all over the place’… Both timing and tune!

When I was 8 years old, despite this being obvious, I really wanted to sing a solo in the school nativity play!

 

My school was very keen to encourage any initiative, as well as the belief that we realise our dreams…

And so Mrs Nichols, the school singing teacher, stayed behind after school to help me to learn to sing…

I practiced and practiced, and I can remember a triumphant moment, where with only the occasional note from the piano to keep me on track, I sang Edelweiss all by myself, in tune and in time…

I recall vividly, Mrs Nichols spinning round on her piano stool, looking straight at me , throwing her arms out and saying, ‘there’ !

I didn’t sing a solo in the school nativity, instead they gave me a duet of ‘Once in Royal David’s City’ with Elizabeth Waring who had a wonderful voice… And so I was able to follow her, confident of staying on track, and yet still be on stage almost singing solo!

I told Maricarmen this story, because I was saying how this week I could really see how much learning to write with my left hand is helping my Spanish…

I have been writing only with my left hand since November and although it looks neat if I write slowly, if I try to write fast it resembles my hand as a child!

And it reminds me that this is a long process and that the improvements are always speedy at first but then they slow down… But this doesn’t mean they aren’t occurring… And that it takes a long time for something to become natural…

This is the same with my Spanish, I have clearly come a long way in 11 months, but I have a long way to go…And languages are not a natural propensity of mine…

But as Maricarmen said, ‘you are prepared to work to achieve what you want…’

Which is not to be a brilliant linguist, or even a brilliant Spanish speaker, it is to be able to communicate and talk!

In the same way I didn’t want to be a brilliant singer, but I did want to stand centre stage in the school nativity!

Its important that as we are journeying towards what we want, we do not get discouraged by those who can do it with more ease, or more panache or with more beauty, vividness, gliding amazingness, sparkling brilliance, joyous expression…

Instead to learn from them, be inspired by them and allow ourselves to grow through the stretch to achieve what we can in their brilliant light..

Freedom through being ourselves…

Anadi and I took a picture of our shadows kissing on our run today…

It was a mini run of only a couple of miles… In truth the longer – winding through the trees – to the beach and back.

We had woken up later – 8am – and the heat was already in the day… Swimming was more appealing!

I stopped to take a photo, the waving trees paused mid dance like musical statues, the moment captured…?

An impossible quest, ‘holding onto’ the past through anything is like trying to embrace a shadow…

It is only we who know whether when re visit the records of the past, in art and history or own personal albums, whether we ‘holding on’ ‘regretting’, ‘wishing for the time again’; or celebrating, honouring, viewing, learning, understanding more about ourselves in the mirror of the energy in front of us…   In the form of pictures, wonderful works of art, books and monuments, beautiful buildings and statues…

Are they about us now, expanding us, communicating, part of our experience? Or are we stuck back with them…?  They do not really exist, only we do…

I then saw our shadows on the road, as I went to snap the image, Anadi kissed me…

Our shadows kissing… They do not exist, they are images caught in a moment; nothing exists…

And yet everything does, everything exists as part of the experience of life, and the spirit. Being human and being part of the divine are one and the same thing. Everything we see and experience exists and does not exist, and so with this awareness we can come closer to life being a meditation.

Be still and listen to the sound of silence all around, live life fully and joyously as it is all an illusion to be enjoyed…

Practice living in each moment, knowing that however hard we try we cannot capture it….

Anadi and I have taken to calling everything we do practice… Practicing meditation, practising tantra… The way of being wholly ourselves in every moment..

Life as a meditation, life as play, tantra does not divide the human from the spiritual… Tantra explores life, all pursuits as a route to spiritual  evolvement, to consciousness, to the awareness that we are one.

It denies nothing of the body, nothing within us, acceptance of whatever arises is the path to transformation. Whatever we deny within us, pushes forward and so the tantric way allows us to investigate our own truth in every moment without guilt or judgement and so let go of mind and become still…

Tantric sex running swimming eating, pursuing an artistic endeavour, is all about experiencing ourselves through the body, through being in this world, so that we can let go of ‘holding on’ and discover freedom through being fully and wholly ourselves…

As Osho says

‘Tantra is the way of wholeness – neither obsession with the world, nor withdrawal from it. It is being in the world lightly, with a little smile. It is playfulness. It doesn’t take things seriously. It is light of heart, it laughs…’

 

Our path to joyous self expression

As I sit here ready to write I have just seen a little girl stride by with a kitten in her arms… The kitten looked resigned, relaxed, prepared – for the moment – to go where the little girl was taking it.

Trusting the hands of the child; as I trusted the hands of the giant man who strode into the massage room yesterday.

My five treatments with Huseyin over the past week were wonderful… Stretching opening, coaxing my body to let go, to surrender any harmful tension. He would leave me at the end to lie in a dimmed room in an ‘out of body state’ –  which I never wanted to end….

I love that space where I am not in my body, where images of other paradigms, lives past and future perhaps, flash in and out like a dream – but I am not sleeping…. An altered state between wake and sleep.

Yesterday’s massage was a different experience entirely!

Anadi and I made a trip to The Kelebek hammam, where for the first part we alternated between sauna, cold pool, steam, rubbing salt over us in a wooden cabin… Back to the cold pool, ending up eventually in a big ‘wet room’ – slabs of marble to lie on – where we were pummelled and scrubbed, foam whooshed on our bodies, more rubbing and massaging, finishing with buckets of water sloshed over us. We were then ferried out one by one as our treatment was done, to lie and relax…

There were about ten of us, all in different ‘stages’ sitting about the hammam in states of bedraggled wet undress…

I didn’t know what would happen next… I was a bit unsure as to what we had booked, so I lay and waited…

After a while a Turkish man appeared who spoke English… He informed me that I could have a twenty minute massage as part of the package, or I could pay more and have an hour 🙂

I paid more… And requested the ‘deep massage…’

Enter very very  big man… A smiley big man. He spoke a little English… We introduced ourselves and he found out I was British…

‘I have been to England once, I have to say I do not like England, I do not like the weather…’ He then said… ‘If there is pain miss Julia, you say…’

I then lay, and practiced my ‘letting go technique’ for painful massages… I pretend I am unconscious in an operation, and that I am trusting the hands that are working on me… In the same way the little kitten was trusting the hands of the little girl… (Although of course were the little girl to start to inflict pain the kitten would behave very differently to me!) So my analogy ends there… Think big, and then think little, in the hands of big!

And so in this state, I am able to let go and not perceive the extreme pressure on my body, as pain… Instead I am unconscious, trusting and letting go… At points my mind started to ‘think’… ‘Not sure I can take this…’ But then I remembered I was ‘unconscious’  and trusted that this man would not break my body… In fact the reverse, that he would help it become more free…

At the end he said … ‘You are stronger than me…I used all my techniques…’

Later on as we were leaving he said again…  ‘You strong, I have men who cry out under my hands, but you; there was no sound…

Although I have frequently been told that I have a high pain threshold… I see that it in part comes through surrendering, letting go, not resisting or tensing up when things are painful and difficult… Which then allows for the pain to release, and ultimately release us rather than cause more pain…

We all know what pain feels like, physical and emotional… We are all united in this understanding… It can be so debilitating, especially when it seems relentless; is relentless…

But as humans we so often try to avoid pain by numbing it, distracting from it, projecting it outwards onto others…

Of course thankfully now, we have pain relief to help us through physical pain and to help us when the emotional pain is too much to bear… When we are unable – at that time – to do the necessary work to heal… When it is too overwhelming.

But it remains that facing and being with our pain can lead us more deeply to ourselves, to freedom and to a deeper inner peace and relaxation… I have experienced much pain in my body over the years; as well as much emotional pain… And I have seen both as routes ultimately to deeper understanding and freedom…

This is not of course always an easy path, and it can be a long one; which is why it is important that the pain doesn’t overwhelm, debilitate to such a degree that there seems no way out… This is where pain relief can be a bridge across to doing the work necessary to find inner freedom…

And then a combination of emotional clearing work and body clearing work has the potential to lead us forward on our path to joyous self expression…

 

Expansion, transmutation and growth…

A couple of days ago I received a direct message on twitter from someone who asked me ‘what has been the weirdest thing you have seen on your travels…’?

We have seen so many things, and many of them unusual or very different to life in Britain, that to think of a ‘most weird’ would be difficult… Especially as my way of orientating in the world is not to see things as weird…

In fact it is often me who has been seen as the weird thing 🙂 Or different to what someone has experienced before…!

It highlighted again for me how easy it is to live from our own projections and then communicate to others from this position… This of course limits the potential enrichment from co creating together in the space between our dialogue, between one another; weaving , painting, making something new so that we all come away richer…

Another favourite poem of mine, again by by John Donne – is ‘The Ecstacy …’

According to the medieval mystical conception, ‘ecstasy’ means a trance-like state where the soul leaves the body and holds communion with the Divine… In Donne’s poem he is exploring how love is a spiritual experience where souls connect and communicate; but that the body is necessary to facilitate this fusion, this mix, this love – the body is essential to make possible the union of souls

 Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mix’d souls doth mix again
         And makes both one, each this and that.
A single violet transplant,
         The strength, the colour, and the size,
(All which before was poor and scant)
         Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another so
         Interinanimates two souls…

There is a part in the poem where Donne is talking about how the souls of those in love, grow and blossom in communion with the other… He is clear that relationship through the body is necessary for the union and growth and expansion of the souls

And this possibility is within all relating…

There is the opportunity in that space to ‘Redouble still and multiply…’

And so it is important to take time when communicating through the body and through words… To check the meaning the other intended when they ask something, tell a story ask a question. rather than assume it through our own filter.. This way the space is expansive, safe, harmonious, and the mirror the other holds up allows for the personal growth as well as the dialogue, the love making, the time together to have the potential to double still and multiply all of those relating..

And in the dialogue with my curious twitter follower, without him in front of me to explore the question in any depth, I did as I do when I write anything – I just cleared myself of any projection of idea of what he might ‘want’ or ‘expect’.. And started to respond to see what would emerge… This is what came…

The memory of the image of a very big snake in Thailand, lying curled in the shade, but on an open bit of land digesting a huge animal that was in its gullet – and then following swiftly on from this memory, came a ‘film in my head’ of Anadi and I walking along a dark alleyway also in Thailand… I gasped, and leapt backwards… I had seen a viper, which Anadi then trod on with his next step, he was wearing only flip flops!

My gasp meant he leapt back almost in unison with me, away from the snake, who rose in the menacing  attack  pose, decided against it and slithered into the undergrowth…

I have just looked up (again)  the significance of snake…

This is what I found this time ….

Transmutation is the key word here. The shedding of old skin and emotions and transforming them into something bigger and better. If Snake winds itself into your life know that change is in the wind and that you are at the centre of it all as the catalyst. Make sure that your intentions are clear and that you have clear a clear sense of the direction that you need to strike out in. Snake is letting you know that these changes are safe and that there is no need to fear them.

And so in a seemingly small communication between my twitter friend and me, there is the possibility of change and shedding of the old skin, transmutation….

In each interaction we have with one another, there is the potential for healing, expansion, transmutation and growth…