The global family…

I have just eaten the most delightful delicious scrumptious piece of pecan and orange polenta cake, accompanied by a flat white made with organic coffee…

I have also had a wonderful conversation with Louise, who brought me my cake and coffee… She is a counsellor and a photographer, and I loved sitting enjoying the deliciousness of my cake and coffee and making a new friend…

The planet my home…  Global family, friends everywhere…

We are all one – and the delight of discovering ourselves in another soul – through the dialogue, through the awareness of the energy, the similarities the differences, celebrating ourselves and our wholeness, through the illusion of separateness that this experience, this life lends us….

I love this café… It has become my haunt while I am here, it called me on day one and I keep being drawn back…

And yesterday evening I enjoyed another wonderful experience; I drove through the country lanes and was glad to see Rosy standing in the road to greet me, and herald that I had arrived at my destination…

Yoga…

A hour and a half of yoga in Whitechurch Canonicorum, with Angie… Twelve of us met, and Angie guided us through opening with the breath, going into our bodies and allowing them to open, to breathe themselves to let go…

I loved the experience, and as always when I practice yoga, felt that an hour and half of yoga each day would be just the thing…!

Maybe one day…

There was a time seventeen years ago or so, when I practised two hours of yoga a day for a spell, but I wasn’t writing then or vlogging… I was taking a sabbatical and the world of social media was young, well for me anyway! I had just about learnt to text and send the occasional email…

But, I love the world now… I love how the planet is so huge and vast and rich, and yet so accessible and small, and we can all connect and communicate in the blink of an eye…

And I have just received a message from my friend Brioni having seen my ‘yoga vlog’ letting me know about online yoga with sessions from 5 minutes upwards… What a magical world we inhabit, global sharing of our gifts, our energy and our expertise…

This morning we woke to a sunny day… A blowy day of blue skies and racing clouds , dry and warm. Anadi and I set off across the same cliffs that had seemed – as my friend Athena Jane said – like I was filming in a hurricane on Sunday!

Today we ran nine miles on springy turf, flat rich red mud paths, grassy fields with only a little bit of ‘ouchie’ to traverse… The coast line is steep hills, up and down… I have been doing all my training on flat beaches and roads and playing fields, but I am so much fitter… And my theory was born out that to run fast and free up hills you don’t need to train up hills…

To run strongly up hills, we simply need to be strong and very fit… Hill training can be part of getting strong and fit of course… It is a great way to train without too much impact, good for cardiovascular strength, and good for running form and conditioning the gluts and the legs and the feet…

But today I sprung up the  steep coastal path hills… I have hardly run up one hill for many months now, but I am much fitter than in many months too, and I saw the evidence today…

In the last few years, I would occasionally say to Anadi – ‘I feel that I have lost my running, it has slipped away’ – and he would always respond in the same way… ‘I believe that you have let the old go, and that your running is going to emerge in a new way, from the new space that you have created in all the transformation within the tran our lifestyle has initiated…’

And he was right… It is like the old was burnt away through our journeying, inner and outer… Through leaping into the unknown and now like the Phoeonix rising, my running has been renewed and rejuvenated into something completely different than ever before….