Journeying back in time….

We left a sunny shiny Provence, the light streaking across the rows of grapevines, and open expanse of green brown fields; sky blue, the clouds in sight – fluffy white…

As we hugged Stuart and Sue goodbye, we said ‘We’ll see you somewhere… Maybe Edinburgh next’ – (where they live in the UK) – ‘or perhaps Spain’ I ventured…

‘Oh yes…’ Sue said ‘We’re coming to Almuñecar for your birthday…’

I was delighted…!

On March 27th next year (2018) I will set off from Suances on the North Coast of Spain to run to Almuñecar on the South coast, planning to arrive on my birthday… I am running in my bare feet to raise money for the Friends of Sussex Hospices and staying in France has given me the opportunity for some great road running training…

Now we are flying through the air, 6 miles high… My feet are a little bit tender from a ten days of road running… But like everything it is ‘practicar practicar practicar….’

I have been asked by one of my YouTube fans/friends called Jay Hay to make a custom vlog on what the energy feels like in an aeroplane in bare feet…

I write and speak from my own experience, of being in a universe of energy and that we are all part of this energetic vibration.

It was Nikola Tesla – the scientist who worked closely with Thomas Eddison who said that if we wish to understand the universe we must think in terms of… ‘Energy vibration and frequency…’

I find being on a plane quite a still and silent place for me – in general people are quite contained and not projecting much of their energy outward onto others.. There are of course people who are afraid or angry, upset or ill, or engaging with the person next to them, but it remains that there is an air of respect and recognition as to the affect we are having on others…

It often isn’t until the plane lands and the seat belt sign go off, that all the interacting, mingling and projection of energy begins again with more emphasis…

Later…

I am sitting in the Fox and Pelican pub in Grayshott, a village four miles from the village of Headley where I grew up.

I am here to go to my friend Wendy’s ‘Tipple Art’… We landed at Gatwick and Anadi went to the office and I drove here.

I have just met Athena Jane, but I was an hour early, and my sat nav brought me to the front door of Huntington house where I worked 40 years ago… I drove down memory lane and enjoyed an amazing hour with the daughter of my great friend Mal who I met aged 15 when she was 25… She had a huge and positive influence in my life.

Without the internet back then, our contact drifted when I moved to Bath in 1982 …

But today I met her beautiful daughter… I had heard many years ago that she was in the world, but I had never met her…

It was a very enriching experience to meet Sarah, to walk around the building, feel its energy, creativity and expansion… A building so dear to me, that I saw in a derelict state and was part of a team to breathe life into its walls forty years ago…

But most joyous was to be with Sarah, to experience her, to be around her lovely energy – to know she was born of Mal, who meant so much to me… And to hear her describe her mother – my great friend all those years ago – in such true, loving and glowing terms…

Freedom…

Today as I was running on one of my traditional loops here from my brother’s home, barefoot now of course – when a man in a lorry stopped…

I thought he was going to ask the way but I was wrong – he was checking I was okay… The weather was a bit cold and perhaps it looks slightly more odd in worse conditions running down a road without any shoes on, than when the sun is shining…

I was able to communicate with lots of smiling and thumbs ups that I was okay… It is wonderful how essentially for really important things, or when we really want to communicate we can…

We can gesture to one another; sign and smile – look unhappy or happy – we can ‘say’ how we are feeling, and what we want…

Of course this is going on coupled with conversation anyway… Body language, facial expressions, gestures are all an integral part of how we are connecting with one another. It is important to be aware of what another is receiving through our gestures and our facial expression… As well of course as our tone, which makes a huge difference to the energy of what we are saying..

But it is signs gestures and facial expressions we are exploring here… Culturally there are differences, but by checking and watching and staying very connected and present to ourselves and to the other we can connect and communicate without a word being spoken…

A look of disapproval or a smile can give a message to another, but it may not be what we think it is… So once again we come to the place of being prepared to slow everything down; to notice, to check to ask, to inquire…

But deeper than this is to clear our own energy field; because the most profound way we communicate with one another is through our energy and this is where the truthful communication springs from… It isn’t uncommon for the words not to match the inner state… A place of peace both for the person communicating, and for the one receiving is when the words we utter match our inner state…

This way dialogue and conversation slows down… When we are not ‘reacting’ to another, we are able to stay present, still, silent inside and there is all the time in the world to check that what we are communicating is being received as we intended – and that we are not taking offence or closing down in any way to the other…

Of course this doesn’t mean that we accept abuse, but if we are not ‘reacting’ to it, it becomes far easier to simply move away from it…

When we react we are immediately caught in a cycle…

Freedom comes when we feel no inner tightening, any upset; when we don’t react at all… We don’t react to gestures, to facial expressions, to tone of voice, to the words spoken…

All these things can act as triggers, intentionally or unintentionally communicated by another. When we are free from reactivity we never cut of the lines of communication; firstly to ourselves, because when we react we cut off love to ourselves and it follows , the other…

When we are working to heal the wounds, to clear the pain it is important to notice everything… Even if the trigger happens in our car, or in a shop – smaller things as well as the bigger issues; in global events and in our personal relationships…

This is not to do with not caring, it is recognising that the place beyond opinion or agenda is a far more effective and healthy place to share our energy, to communicate from, to live from…

And certainly we must have no agenda of trying to ‘get anywhere…’ But to simply keep noticing and pressing the pause button to reflect on our own lesson; our own healing, our own clearing…

And gradually we will be in situations that previously upset us, and there will only be silence within, and we are free…

I have found that more inner silence within frees me to keep journeying, no holding back… The very thing I was afraid of in being more visible in the world, in allowing my voice to be heard, was of being somehow told I was ‘wrong’… And now I feel no fear…

As I rounded another bend on my run, an old lady was walking along leaning on a stick…

‘Courage’, she called…

Love is our natural state…

Its raining again ?

There is a rainy couple of days predicted for the duration of our stay… And then the sunny skies are said to be returning and we will be back in the UK for a little spell… It’s funny and the truth is we don’t mind at all…

I ran in the rain this morning and the roads were quite warm unfoot, sweeping through the countryside and quite smooth too… Except in the old town of Opedde which was completely un runnable… More than ‘ouchie’!

I ran past three work men who expressed concern at my bare feet on the wet road… I said I couldn’t speak french, only Spanish and this proved to be no problem.. We hd a nice chat in Spanish by the road side and then on I ran…

I really loved my run, it was so quiet and the landscape so rich, so lush and so full of a character all of its own… I remembered years ago when I would come to run races in France, journeying through this land… Loving the freedom of the movement, enjoying the travel more than arriving – running a race in a town… Loving the fun, the fiesta atmosphere; the gathering of runners… The energy and vibrancy the occasions brought to the villages and towns – I was part of it, celebrated for my running speed, my joy of the footrace, and celebrating in what I felt born to do… And then on we would go again to another town, another race which finished to the sound of music, to a party that had started the night before and resumed again after the race, under striped awnings – with trestle tables laden with food; wine and beer flowing…

The life I loved to lead – unfolding quite naturally through the running journey… To a race and another and another.

Each year in the summer I ran races in France and in Switzerland and I wanted the 3 or 4 weeks to go on in that way forever… And now they are…

We are having a very happy time here with my brother Stuart and Sue – who don’t want to be in my vlog ?

We have just come back from a lunch where we laughed so much and now I can’t even remember what we all found so funny; but we couldn’t stop… Laughter connects us so wonderfully, sharing over food and laughing together is a timeless and immediate joy…

Being together, relaxing together, connecting in an open hearted way with one another is all that truly matters. Clearing within ourselves to the extent that there are no areas within us that are closed to love… Places where we don’t love ourselves and so we can’t let others into…

When these hurt places are brought out of the dark and into the light, when love is breathed into them, then relaxation love laughter are the natural expression…

Love is our natural state, conflict the aberration…

And so the more we clear any inner conflict, the more we can be at ease in the company of anyone and everyone…

And the more we can be at home wherever we are…

Experiencing our true nature

Another sunny warm day, the golden light flashing over the hills in Marseilles – rising around us as we ran earlier today… The ocean stretching as far as the eye can see… Lands mingling, memories of San Sebastian as we passed by wall with the waves crashing and splashing the road… A feel of Spain, and of the island of Majorca… The narrow roads like Gozo. All the lands mingling and blending as we made our way along another road… Adjusting, running step by step… embracing the new.

‘This is good practise for my “Barefoot Across Spain adventure”…’ I commented to Anadi… Another new road, new land, new feelings under my feet… When I run from the north coast to the south coast of Spain next spring, no day, no road will be the same. It will be a new land unfolding each moment as I journey… I will need to simply trust the step that I am in, will take care of the next, relaxing into the journey of the soul, through the soles of my feet…

We are sitting in a cafe on the Corniche now, the blue sea, the traffic ceaselessly going past, music filling our ears and a double breakfast filling our tums… We had one petit dejeuner of coffee, deliciously buttery flaky croissant and orange juice – and then after awhile another of coffee with a generously filled pain au chocolate and de l’eau…

Soon we will journey onwards to Opedde… Having no home suits my energy. I have never wanted to be in a house. As a child I was in the fields roaming about, riding horses and my bike, racing about in the woods.
I never felt happy in a house… I have never really made a home.

The nearest was my flat in Eastbourne which I rented anyway; but I did fill it with colour and piles of books… I loved working from there, and my friend Debs described it as a ‘philosopher’s den’.

And when I wasn’t working with a client, I was usually to be found out on the downs, or by the sea – or in my favourite place… A coffee shop.

We are all different – and we all have different energetic vibrations; different ways or being, unique preferences and places to be that feel resonant for us…

Who knows where this nomadic energy, the desire to be journeying – to be without possessions arose from? Except that it has always been within me, it has always been this way for me…

I never wanted toys or cuddly animals as a child – and my friend Wends says that I was always shedding, that I never wanted things… I wanted to be free, to run like the wind and to sit and be alone, but often within the activity of life going on all around…

I have felt to be more of a Greek philosopher  enjoying contemplation and inquiry, rather than a Roman building incredible architectures and roads through the land… My creativity has arisen through dialogue and the written word, and through sitting still – or through the seeming pointlessness of running in circles; and being within each step…

My sense is that over lifetimes and lifetimes, our energetic make up shifts and transmutes, transforms – and then the energy manifest plays itself out in each life as we gradually remember from whence we came… And then we experience our true nature…

We shed the illusion through lifetimes of journeying… Of living it out, often again and again… Of believing the stories and the dramas and the play we are enacting…

Until we don’t anymore and the shackles are shed…

Later…

We journeyed to Opedde where my brother Stuart and my sister in law Sue have owned a beautiful home; they have seen it rise up from a cherry orchard where they stood on the ground with no house there, and knew this was the site for them…

But now the time has come to leave, a new chapter begining… But it is an ending and so like all endings it must be honoured – the years of life lived here… The gathering place of so many friends and family.

It is always important to really acknowledge endings; to fully celebrate the place or persons we are saying goodbye to. To have the opportunity to tell them how much we cared about them, to celebrate and share our appreciation. This is the same with a place, a home, a leaving… So that as the door closes we can truly turn and notice the new windows and doors opening rather than staring with sadness at the one that is shutting….

I wanted to show Anadi the old town, with its beautiful cobbled streets and castle… But I took a turning too early and we ended up in another beautiful old village called Maubec…

It smelt like provence and embraced us in its stillness, the smell of olive trees and the dusty road…

Freedom in the practise of wholesome disciplines…

Our flight from Gatwick to Marseilles passed in a flash, but I still managed to fit in a Spanish lesson… One of the air stewards was Spanish and more than happy hablar en Espanol con migo…

We stepped out of the plane into grey skies and a chilly wind… Our pilot had brightly told us that it was a nice day in Marseilles with a temperature of 15 degrees… I was a little confused as I had promised Anadi sun!

One of his favourite phrases to me is ‘What happened to following the sun woman…’ Whenever we arrive at a cold, wet, windy Devon beach or I venture out of the front door into a rainy land and leave him cozy indoors… Marseille will be sunny I had assured… It was the car hire man who explained … ‘This isn’t usual, you can expect 26 degrees tomorrow…”

And he was right; today has been glorious…

Bright blue skies and warm sun greeted Anadi and I when we opened the door of our room to go for a run along the seafront. We are staying near the old port and the ‘prom’ goes on for miles along the edge of the mediterranean… The narrow pathway was alive with runners, cyclists, walkers… Vibrant energy; volley ball on the beach, and what appeared to be a kite competition on a huge grassy expanse… Kites all colours and shapes swooped and dived in delight and inspiring precision…

Freedom within discipline demonstrated in each magical arc across the sky, followed by a formation that took our breath away…

Finding freedom within discipline can help us to soar… Freedom with no structure can sometimes feel disparate and create disarray and despair… And then it is not freedom at all; but a spiral into loss of self, rather than a ‘letting go’ of self which allows us to know who we truly are…

When we engage in wholesome discipline in our relationships, our work, our sports, our hobbies – our creative expression – it can allow us to discover ourselves more fully.

It can take self discipline to learn and use the new ‘disciplines’ to help us go deeper into relating… For instance the practise intentional dialogue, the art of listening to one another… Taking the time to create harmony in the space between us…

We can go further in our work when we manage and develop our behaviours and actions to enhance our practises; our sports our hobbies and our creative expressions can all go higher, further and become stronger when we employ self motivated disciplines…

The definition of discipline is this… ‘A process of directing one’s behaviour and actions, either through self-motivation or through teaching…’

It also said – ‘or punishment’ – but I have left that off as we are exploring wholesome discipline, that enhances us and expands rather than controls or punishes…!

Freedom arises when we practice without push or stress; when we practise without self punishment or tension… There is a place where night turns into day, right in the middle of the yin and the yang where there is harmony… The place where when we place the spirit measure there, it balances and we find the sweet spot…
When we practice from this place and engage in wholesome discipline, then the expansion is wonderful…

It is in this place we can truly experience the freedom within discipline…

My feet liked the warmer weather; they skipped and danced along the prom and we even found a short beach, so they felt the sand and bathed in the sea and enjoyed their mini break in Marseilles…
We returned ‘home’ after 8k, raced up the steps that took us to the lane where our hotel is situated, and eventually made our way into Marseilles to see the Cathedral  – and to have the breakfast that had become a late lunch…

My navigation has something to be desired and so a 3k journey to the cathedral turned into an 11k site seeing tour of Marseille…! But suffice to say we arrived in time at the foot of the cathedral that stood firmly and magnificently on the ground, holding its ‘arms’ up, which were rising up to the blue clear skies… Still, silent with Saturday sunny activity, music, a wedding party, tourists and children playing all around…

We sat in the sun eating a delicious lunch… I enjoyed a goat cheese salad and then the delight of a speciality of Marseille tart and coffee to finish…

After dining, we went inside the cathedral, which was peace, still quiet energy; the sound of monks chanting filled the space, and echoed off the walls as we wandered, appreciating the slow tread of many, the passing of the years…

All here embraced in the now…

The grass beneath our bare feet…

An alarm at 4.40am did feel a little early… But Anadi and I are used to quite regular ‘mad o clock’ get ups, and it is also fun… We stepped out quietly into the night, no sign of the dawn…  But as we drove, it started to streak its way across the sky in grey and yellow brush strokes…

After dropping off our hire car, we were on the little transfer train from the South to the North terminal and my feet made another new friend… They are often doing this!

I have always enjoyed conversation as I journey; but my feet, now free and unshod, have a life of their own and make friends wherever we go…

So at 5.30am this morning they made friends with a man from New Zealand… He was watching me while I was trying to make my sparkly be jewelled barefoot sandals stop sliding about… He leaned forward to show me how I could make them fit a bit better… I commented on how cold it was today, and he said that he had only started to wear shoes in the UK because of the climate. He lamented that they had become soft, and told me how he used to be able to run across stones without it hurting – that he was barefoot all the time… ‘People don’t know the feeling of freedom without shoes…’ he finished, as we all spilled out of the shuttle, and disappeared into the throng of travellers…

It reminds me of the time when I was little and on my way to nursery school… I was about four or maybe five years old, and we were making our way across the village… My mother was bumping my little sister Rosy in the pushchair along the stony lane where we lived… `I had dressed myself in my favourite red skirt, and I was skipping along beside them with my skirt flying up and down as I went, when suddenly my mother exclaimed…’Darling, you’ve forgotten to put your pants on…!’

Yesterday…

I woke for my last ‘first thing’ run in the country lanes of Buxted as we were leaving so early today… The sky was already bursting with bright beams of sunshine; light sparkled on the cold dewy grass… I set off at what felt a quite civilised 6.30am… It seems that there have been more acorns each time I run here…! It was crisp cold too, I could see my breath and was once again glad to have socks on my tootsies….

I did however fling them off when I returned after a five mile spin, to run naked footed on the lawn… A glorious grass bath for my feet to finish… Such joy… Such a simple act, to stand on the morning grass without shoes on and to feel no separation.

To experience no separation…

Understanding the concept that we are one, is a step towards an experience of being one… Whenever we experience total connection, whether that is with the grass, the sky, the sea, a baby, a lover, a friend, a sunset, a delicious meal –  the first sip of coffee, or a cream tea… A business deal working, a race going well, or an early morning run… Sitting in the sun, singing at the top of our voices or hearing music, and feeling it traverse through our body connecting us with the divine… When we experience being one, then we know that the experience isn’t to do with the thing ‘out there’, it is because we are remembering that we are the sunset, the moon, the stars, the business transaction, the food we are eating, the other… We are not separate…

We are separated when we react or judge or feel attached to, or that we need the experience of the other to make us whole… Then we immediately cut ourselves off from love, from truth, from wholeness.

And so all that we must do is notice when we react or judge, or deem another less than or more than.. Or ourselves less than or more than…. And keep coming back to our centre – enjoying being the rising sun and the falling rain… The ocean and the grass beneath our bare feet…

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…

Focus… The secret…

Another golden day dawned… Anadi came with me today, and because my feet felt a little tender from yesterday’s ouchie run, I was keen to stay on the softer terrain… We ran up the drive, to the long grassy muddy hill behind the church in Buxted Park, which leads to the lakes.

As we approached the church I was thinking about my friend Sheila who lives nearby, she was my first ever PT client 30 years ago and I was aware that my time here is so short and I have no space to see her… Suddenly I heard a shout ‘Julia’ and there she was, with Gordon her son. They were clambering out of their car…

“I recognised your running action’ she said, as we all hugged and stood for awhile so glad to see one another… Our paths crossing, our energies attracting and dancing together still, even if the time together was brief… Our relationship rich with love and memories of special times, like when we drank champagne in the Jacuzzi in the morning and danced on a tables in the evening on our shared birthday… My 30th and her 45th

Anadi and I ran on, down the hill….The ground was wet cold, and our feet tingled… We passed a woman walking her dog… “Ooh that looks cold’, she said… She was right!

As we slip slid our way through squelchy mud by the lakes, we came upon a herd of soft coated bullocks; they looked like, young cuddly naughty boy creatures… We called out to them, hoping they would move aside… They did and a gap appeared between them for us to pass through…

Along the path into the rugby field, the grass quite long and tussocky, not so easy to run on… We decided to try the road… Oooh, what an ouchie choice we made… However my feet are strengthening week by week, and as we skipped gingerly along, I reckoned to myself that the way to keep toughening them up is to keep running on the ouchie!

I then, thankfully found a loop of smoother road behind the church in Uckfield, and then we made our way home… As we were running I said to Anadi that I am enjoying having a mileage goal each week because it keeps me going – on a run like today – which wasn’t so easy…But in the end through persevering, we completed six miles.

I observed to him that we both have the same quality of tenacity and endurance in committing to doing what we truly want to do…

We both too have known the times to walk away…

But in the case of creating our nomadic lifestyle, Anadi’s business, my own creativity and work and barefoot running we both have the same focus… And the energy doubles and multiplies in our synergy and support of this quality in the other… Particularly when it extends to needing to work again after dinner, or early in the morning…

Anadi then told me that he had read an article recently in which Bill Gates and Warren Buffett were asked to sum the secret of their success in one word…

They both replied the same…

‘Focus’….

Freedom oozing from every pore…

The day dawned sparkly bright… I let myself out of the french windows onto the long lawn in front of Buxted Park hotel…A spectacular September morn; the dew was soft sharp cold on my feet… I padded round the back of the building, trotted slowly up the drive and  into the country lanes, dappled in strobe like shafts of yellow translucent magic… The road was quiet and silent, ouchie underfoot, the tarmac quite bubbly…

Good training for my feet! I have learnt how to relax them when the road is ouchie and they settled in; I turned right and the surface became more smooth, winding its way deeply through the countryside, open fields and woodland my backdrop… I crossed over a stream, the light catching it as it gently trickled through the muddy bank that sloped to its edge… I ran on, navigating patches where there were fallen branches, acorns, mulchy leaves and mud; the way then clearing to a smooth grey stretch of ease…

I ran on, enjoying the solitude, the peace, the morning light, the freedom in my feet, and in my soul…

last night we ate dinner in Uckfield, when we had finished, Anadi went to pay the bill at the bar and chatted awhile with the manager… As we left the restaurant I asked Anadi what he had been talking about… ‘He was asking about our lifestyle; he wanted to know what we do…’ Anadi went on the say that he had briefly told him, and that the manager had responded by saying… ‘I’m interested to know, because you are different to other people, you have freedom oozing out of very pore..’

I notice my inner changes more when I position myself in places I have been before; like Eastbourne. I love going back, I love seeing old friends, drinking coffee in the Grand, running on the downs, seeing the spectacular views, the sea, and the stones, the seven sisters standing magnificently white bright – I love this town…

But I can also see and feel how much I have changed… I see my difference more starkly mirrored back to me when I land on the spot I once was…

It is always important that when we think that places or people have changed, reflecting whether the changes are in truth our own… look first inside, and recognise that all change happens within us, and that even when another person appears to have changed, or has actually changed this will still be something to do with us….

Always remember when we are pointing a finger at another – in positive or negative way – that there is value in reflecting on the three fingers that point back to us… What in our observations of others is there energy that is reflecting or relating to us… Theses are the questions whose answers reveal the most… Warrant the most attention.

Always focus on our lessons, not those of others and remember – however hard this can be at times – that the way we are viewing the world, seeing all that is going on around us, is to do with us and the filter and the lens through which we are looking…

I drove from Buxted to Eastbourne again yesterday and spent a very happy day… Breakfasting lunching and taking tea with friends… An extreme version of the ‘lady who lunches’!

My actual lunchtime was spent  with Matt Shore, a big part of the tapestry of Eastbourne. He is a fabulous Personal trainer and we caught up for ‘cafe philosophique’ in his ‘second home’, Nelson coffee Co…

We made a vlog too; as the rain poured down outside…