You are a child of the universe…

Cream teas are becoming a thing of magic for me… In the last month I believe I have enjoyed more delicious scones laden with ‘extra cream please’ and jam, than in the last few years!

They seem to have a celebratory quality, and ooze generosity of spirit and fun with each extra dollop of clotted cream… Yesterday was a cream tea day as Jane and I were meeting for  an early barefoot birthday tea… It was delightful to be served our pots of tea and scones cream and jam in the huge – all to ourselves – sumptuous, ‘Coat of arms’ room at Buxted park…

We had a wonderful time, and it seems her birthday is set to run and run, there didn’t seem to be an end date… Hurrah for that, for celebrating ourselves and our time here on earth…

Life a celebration!

It is important that we join together in celebration of one another; and birthdays are a chance to welcome anew, to support one another on this earthly journey, to affirm our presence is appreciated, that we are loved, that – as is written in ‘Desiderata’, ‘we have a right to be here’…

‘…You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should….’

I had spent the morning in the ‘Coat of arms room’ too, catching up with my friend Ange… She has generously pledged, through her charity Espoire – which she runs with her daughters Pru and Ruby – to match any monies raised for my ‘Barefoot Across Spain’ run… She was saying that she is keen to train to run one section with me… How brilliant!

‘I keep having flashes of seeing me running into Almuñecar ‘ I said… ‘Yes…’ she smiled ‘I can see it too…’

And I can see it, the image comes in unbidden, because it is happening now; but the fun of this journey is that in the now, we plan for an imagined future, and we learn how to do this from a past that never happened… And when we do this consciously in the here and now, the steps reveal themselves like a painting being drawn by an artist or a book being written by its author…

The two collude and collaborate; the characters in the book decide their own path; and the painting paints itself in each brush stroke… We are all a hologram – we are both the encoded material and the resulting image – we are all parts, the painter, the writer, and the characters in the book… The figures on the canvas…

And so we breathe and find the still point at the bottom of the breath, we notice the turn at the top and in that space we find ourselves; and all that is….

Shiny sunny day…

I rose early and set off on another shiny sunny September sojourn alone in the lanes, the acorns and mulchy leaves, branches, gravelly gnarly asphalt making me very glad I had chosen to wear my skinner socks… I padded round the lanes feeling a little like I had forgotten to put my shoes on; but interestingly no one noticed the socks in the way i am used to people looking at my naked feet…

Except for maybe a horse, who definitely connected and pranced up a bit as I approached – but maybe he wasn’t actually noticing my feet, but rather it was my pink top or the movement of my running body – perhaps in truth he was just looking at me…

The dustmen collecting the rubbish, greeted me cheerily and then asked me if I wanted a job… I wondered if I looked a bit like I was a ‘waif and stray’ in need of employment, running up the road in a baggy top that nearly covered my shorts and a pair of socks on my feet… But then they are not quite socks – and as it says on the ‘Skinners’ website neither are they shoes…

They are described as… Barefoot; handmade; durable; ultraportable; anti odor; washable… They are all those things, and I am very glad of them for extra ouchie and cold and frosty; for when I am ever in such conditions…

I do notice, however my body’s ability to adjust, to tread whatever path I take it along… My feet are the transmitters now; their role is so important and I am more keenly aware of their sensitivity, their connection to my whole body than ever before. I understand at a more experiential level reflexology and how the feet know everything and have all the answers and also the capacity to help us heal…

It is widely known that reflexology can help us clear any channels of blocked energy by moving the flow of blood and stimulating nerve impulses which then can positively affect the whole body and I am aware of this keenly through a lifestyle that connects me profoundly to my own body and to the earth… I am at one with the universe within me, reflecting in each barefoot step I take.

More easily now I adjust to making my way through the polarity of this plane… Everywhere we go there is the pull to traverse through… A beautiful beach on the Atlantic coast, miles and miles of sand to run free, with the challenge of a fierce headwind; vibrant Marrakech, warm flat roads to run along, with searing heat building early in the day; exquisite wild and rugged jurassic coast, breath taking views and glorious scenery, with ouchiness and rain and steep climbs; awesome South downs, beautiful in every way, with steep climbs too, and frequent wind and rain…

We live on a magnificent planet of yin and yang and each step we take we can step in with consciousness; aware of these pulls and stay still and silent in the eye of the storm… From this place our appreciation can be even more profound… Of the frost and the heat, the rain and the sun, the flat and the hilly, the day and the night, the enery of movement and the delight when its time to rest…

Later…

What an unexpected delight… Nicky appeared at Buxted Park because she was there for a meeting and we took the opportunity to make a barefoot vlog together!

The orbits of energy and connection playing out once again… A few months ago, our paths unexpectedly crossed then too… It was very early in the morning at Gatwick airport, I heard my name and there she was…!

We met because Nicky read ‘Running to learn’ and recognised herself in my words… The connection was already existed, was made manifest and continues to shimmer and weave its way through our lives…