Surya namaskar

I found myself locked in the hotel, when I went to leave for my run this morning!

The stairs I usually take led today to a locked side gate, and the door to the reception of the hotel was also locked – and the lifts weren’t working either.

I went back up to my room, and looked out over my balcony to see if there was a way down…! No obvious climbing route, and far too high…!

So I retraced my steps back down to the side door, in order to look about to see where I could climb over the wall… Having sussed out a possible, if precarious route, I decided I would try knocking on the door…

No response at first; I knocked louder. There was movement the other side, and then it was then flung wide open and Emeliano the owner of the hotel exclaimed ‘Ahhhh, mi amiga…’

‘Peudo voy a correr por favor…’

I followed him along the hallway and he let me out of the front door, it rather felt like I was a little dog being let out for my run about…

I stood in the soft balmy early morning air… Grateful for an extra hour of daylight, I jogged a long the prom for half a mile of so, when I spotted the orange lip of the sun peeking above the line of the sea.

I stopped to watch it’s rapid emergence.

I will never tire of this; and was reminded again that it feels  purpose enough for my time on earth…. To witness each day the sun’s glory as it rises rapidly into the sky.

I remember a time when I practised surya namaskar or sun salutation – the dynamic yoga asana sequence – every single day. Perhaps I am being reminded to start this practise again!

It is a series of twelve yoga asanas, showing gratitude to the sun, which bring our body, breath and mind together. It energises the body and asks that our breath and spirit reach out into the infinity of the universe, allowing us to feel that the universe is within us, in our bodies…

The Gayatri mantra, which I also practise daily on occasions, echoes this, honouring the sun within and without… And as I write this I recognise that of course this is our only purpose here… That we honour the universe within and without, the sun within and without, and its unfolding through our lives.

Watching the sun rise and the sun set is the perfect meditation to remind us that we are the sun, we are the universe and everything within it.

By honouring the sun, we are honouring ourselves and one another…

The word surya namaskar (from surya namaskar)  stems from namas, which means ‘to bow to’ or ‘to adore’…  And namaste, ‘I honour the spirit in you which is the spirit in me’ Also comes from this root…

So as my sojourn in the mountains draws to an end, I find myself more connected than ever to the simplicity and grandeur,  the meditation, the practise of simply watching the sun rise and the sun set and in its glory remind us to always remain still, to listen to the silence and to remember that we are one.

The question now of course is…

Will I bring this wonderful series of asanas back into my life…?  ?

 

 

 

‘Barefoot, the lightest shoe…’

I rose, and looked from my balcony at the now familiar, always awe inspiring stunning orange sky as daylight arrived an hour earlier…

I made my way downstairs, stepped out of the front door and turned right, to run along the coast. When I reached the beach, I decided to keep going and climbed higher and higher out of the town up a winding road. I discovered I could loop back to Almuñecar… Some of the surfaces felt quite tough underfoot, and as I ran I kept in mind Bruce Tulloh – the original bare footer – an excellent British distance runner from the 1960’s  – saying ‘barefoot is the lightest shoe’.

It helped me to repeat it as I ran, and kept my running action relaxed on more ouchie stretches…  I thought too of Abebe Bikila winning the 1960 Olympic marathon in Rome without shoes…

I take great inspiration from him.

Running barefoot has been such a gift to my body… The restrictive pain has left me and I feel free, my action similar to when I was a young runner…

I see that the energy of Bikila lives on and inspires me to keep taking the next step and the next… I recognise too that my own barefoot steps are inspiring others. It is therefore even more important my steps are true ones.

I see that the soles of my feet cannot be rushed, and that the road is one of building up not breaking down. I know the important thing is that I enjoy treading along the path that is opening up in front of me.

I finished my run after 19k had been covered and sat in front of a cafe with the song of Sunday breakfast chatter emanating from it… I relaxed in the warmth and remembered saying to my friend Angela, when we spent a week together in Club La Santa 16 years ago, that my only dream in life really and truly was to be able to run free of pain again… And then I added ‘in the sun’…

‘And here I am’, I acknowledged, ‘running in the sun, free of pain’.

I recalled the reams I wrote in my notebooks, when I was working to release my body from chronic pain. The hardest thing, I found about pain in the body is that we can get used to it. It can also bring great despair as the weeks and months pass and it is still there.

The pain in my body was always moving, but chronic and long term; It showed up in my hip, my back, my feet, my knee, my ankle… I could often keep running but it wasn’t very enjoyable. At times I did much more swimming because it hurt to run.

I saw the pain as a process… I didn’t know what exactly at times; but I was sure that unresolvedness and emotional hurt were shwoing up for me in this chronic restrictive pain – preventing me from doing the thing I felt I had come to earth to do…

To run free.

I found wonderful people to support me in my quest; Nick Webborn, the renowned sports doctor, never seemed to doubt I could be free. His confidence helped me… Paul Hide a gifted hypnotherapist, understood the deeper levels I needed to plumb, so that I could access where I was holding on…

And so be able to let go

And now I am running free.

We can all support one another as we journey back to ourselves; as we let go of all that is holding us; keeping us from our truest expression. The ego’s ideas can keep us locked in away from the authentic self. The more we are able to connect to ourselves with love and acceptance; the more we are kind to ourselves, so it becomes easier to let the edifice crumble and to be brave enough to reveal who we truly are.

Being barefoot has asked that I acknowledge and honour who I am. I spent much of my life trying to hide my difference and now paradoxically by wandering the globe shoeless – I feel more connected to the planet, to myself and to everyone else..

In validating my difference and honouring the choices I am making, I find myself more validated and understood and any barriers arising from rejecting myself have melted away and I  feel free to run joyously in the sun.

Later:

Wends and I walked to the naked beach… There were many more today than when I took my solitary dip yesterday. It was like being on another land – suddenly surrounded by naked bodies as brown as nuts.

Wends and I stripped off, and went to the water’s edge and then enjoyed the utter bliss of the ocean embracing and healing and oh so sparkling blue…

As we lay in the sun, drying off I said to Wendy… ‘We are re living our youth, we have come full circle’

‘We knew who we were in our essence then Ju’, she said, ‘and now we are returning to that place’.

‘Let me take the speck out…’

I started and finished the day in the water, swimming into the sunlight…

It felt tonight when I was clambering out of the sea, up the steep stony bank, to sit down next to Wends,  as if I had completed a special magic ritual.

This morning I had run along to the naked beach – all day today, when explaining to my Spanish friends where I swam, I have been describing it in Spanish as ‘La playa sin la ropa’, because I don’t know the word for naked…

Desnudo… I have just looked it up! I like that word….

So today I was descalza y despues denudo.

But until now I didn’t know the word, so I ran to ‘the beach without clothes’, thinking as I ran that maybe I would swim… On arriving there, a naked man fresh out of the sea was standing drying himself with his towel – I was immediately inspired to follow suit, and take my skinny dip

I ran and walked on the stones to the end of the cove, stripped off my shorts and vest, and trod quickly down to the water’s edge… I was immersed in the limpid, turquoise blue giant swimming pool, in a matter of seconds.

The sun was shining on the water making a pathway of golden light which I swam in, as if they were tram lines. I bathed my body and soul in the sea and the sun, and emerged onto the beach feeling like an ethereal naked nymph.

The beach was deserted except for two or three others, and a man fished in his boat off the shore… The sky was heavy with cloud and I felt transparent, naked, wild, free, me – alone on a stony grey beach in Spain, lit by sunny bright, translucent light filtering through.

The day unfolded with ease… My friend Wendy and I passed it much as we did when we were at school together; wandering about, sitting, talking, eating, sharing…

On the way back from lunch, Wends trod on a little shard of glass… I picked it from her foot, after a rather painful process… But as she said, it hasn’t made her want to wear shoes.

She saw it as part of the barefoot journey…

To watch our tread with more care; to take notice of each footfall, to be aware – to be conscious… To make each step one of meditation and presence..

But also to work through the times that the foot treads on something we cannot foresee…

As I was concentratedly working on Wends foot – my iphone torch as a bright light – as gently as possible working to remove the shard , I was reminded of the gospels and the importance of always working to clear whatever is blocking our own tread  – whatever we are not looking at within ourselves…

If we are to help another, the first place to look is within ourselves always… To be as clear as possible when we offer care, give advice, move to look after another…

In the gospels the reference is to the eye, rather than the foot, but it is simply a metaphor…

‘How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while there is still a beam in your own eye?’

The words are relevant for every aspect of care. True love, true healing comes from a place of clarity within us, from a place of self love and a place of clear vision…

And so as I worked to get the shard of glass out of my friend’s foot, I reflected again on the commitment to always keep looking for any shards within myself that need to be removed…

And then when the operation was successfully  completed, we both went to the beach to sit and stretch and be…

After awhile I dived once more into the special watery magic and swam this time into the rays of the setting sun; feeling joyous in body and spirit.

 

 

A time for every purpose under heaven

I am once again in a hotel room in Almuñecar, lying on my bed writing my blog…

My friend of many years – most of my life – Wends is lying on a bed opposite me reading. We are both of course without shoes… And I am strongly reminded of us as teenagers in the holidays… hours spent lying about in each others bedrooms, reading Jackie magazine which then ‘progressed’ to Cosmopolitan / ‘Cosmo’!

don’t remember putting shoes on very often, and in the very hot summers of 75 and 76 we were often lying by the river, not only without shoes, but without any clothes at all…

Long hot sunny summer days… We would cycle to the river, hide our bikes under the hedge and then carrying a blanket, food supplies and a pile of books, and then set up ‘camp for the day’ and lie about reading on the grass instead of our beds… Occasionally taking a dip in the river  with the fish and the reeds.

I spoke in a vlog recently of the powerful negative charge from the earth which when we are barefooted, means that we can receive and benefit from the electrons which produce antioxidants for our body. This, of course can contribute to good health on emotional and physical levels…

Wends and I clearly knew this as young people, intuitively… Many of us do; feeling the ground beneath our feet, the sun and the rain on our bodies can keep us very much here in this moment; in tune with the natural rhythms of nature… If we are in step with the rising and setting of the sun, if we cycle naturally with the seasons, then we are like the flowers that bloom when they are ready…

We no longer hold back trying to stay in the chrysalis or the bud,which of course is an impossible task – but instead we can open in the natural time in a way that is more fluid and flowing without push or pull back…

To everything there is a season and this is true of our own opening, our own remembering of who we are, from whence we came.

We cannot rush this process. Things of the spirit happen in their own time and if we try to take short cuts or try to be somewhere we are not, or push another to open – or to see something before they are ready – then it simply doesn’t work.

It cannot be any other way… ‘

To everything there is a season

A time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born
and a time to die
A time to plant
and a time to pluck what is planted

A time to kill
and a time to heal
A time to break down
and a time to build up

A time to cast away stones
and a time to gather stones
A time to embrace
and a time to refrain from embracing

A time to gain
and a time to lose
A time to keep
and a time to cast away

A time to tear
and a time to sew
A time to keep silence
and a time to speak

A time of love
and a time of hate
A time of war
and a time of peace

by Ivy Schex

I have quoted this poem before – but in essence it simply reminds us that we live in a universe of polarity… That while we are journeying and experiencing ourselves through the illusion of separateness as human beings, if we stay silent, if we learn to stay in the gaps between thoughts… If we live life as a meditation; if we find the silence in the turn of the breath, then we will know ourselves and one another through the polarity…

To return to know ourselves completely as love, as silence – first we must experience the push to the pull, the challenge, the heart break, the pain, the sorrow, the joy, the connection the winning and the losing, the yin to the yang…

And through travelling through lifetimes and experiencing that to everything there is a season, we will in time return to that place of pure love…

Lighter in spirit…

I am writing in Teide restaurant, having a working dinner…

Teide has served as both my office and my second home while I have been here, especially with no and slow internet and stormy weather…

I enjoy being in the warmth, with chatter in the background, and I feel part of a place that I am passing through… I can feel the experiences, the things they care about, through the interest of those who are my neighbours for now…

And in this space, a community so small – the busy restaurant central to the village – I feel private yet supported and embraced…

And the night is young in Espana, 20.50… Lots of time to write, to upload a vlog and to eat my cenar

Maggie and Jack and I enjoyed an impromptu ‘board meeting’ over a glass of wine/ carrot and apple juice in my case, in the bar before I moved here to my office in the corner of the dining room…

They are my route planners and plotters extraordinaire for when I run Barefoot across Spain next spring, and we were discussing finer details now the route is firmly ‘set in stone’, with a backdrop of a television broadcasting the Catalan crisis… Worlds within worlds within worlds…

I have ordered a tropical salad – which although delicious – feels slightly incongruous with the wintery feel to the evening.

The days are hot hot hot, but night fall brings about the true character of the month, and tonight I know it is October living out its transition, craggy, brown, under a golden orange sunset….

I rose with the sun again this morning, and headed to the mountain path as soon as there was sufficient light… The golden sharp rays bathing the still sleeping village, reflecting its shafts of translucent power onto street lights, which twinkled their response… A shadowy dawn was easing itself over the mountains and I made my way in my socks to the path which challenges my feet still under the running step.

But I jogged along easily and allowed my body its resistance… ‘This is hard’ it cried to me… ‘It just feels hard’ and so I allowed the body to go slowly, so that we might all take in the joyous rising of the new day. So that the feeling of pushing back against  the sense of unrelenting toughness could ease and we could all find our way through…

For this is how we might find our way through hard times… Firstly ease away any resistance to what is occurring… Instead feel it , this will melt it. Take the foot off the push pedal, ease back the throttle but keep moving, keep treading on the path that is opening up before us…

Keep taking that small next step and trust that ‘this too will pass’…. And then by allowing whatever is going on, to be going on, by trusting that in the living of it, it will pass… The understanding will come, the sloughing off of the old will occur, and we will emerge stepping into the new, clearer cleaner, freer….

My time here has been so rich with experience, connection , love and friendship… With Maggie and Jack, Maricarmen, Angela, Wends Tony and Alfie, as well as all my friends in Bubion and Almunecar…

And it has also been hard, my body more fragile… But in allowing the days their flow, allowing my body its frailer state… By experiencing what has arisen I feel different…

Lighter in spirit.

On one occasion i was coughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe and I watched the distress in my body, but I was unafraid and the clearing was able to happen… And then on another occasion, stuck half way up and half way down a steep flight of uneven narrow mountain steps I felt extreme fear and  found another place of clearing, of a need to let go, to go deeper…

Any fractures within us, will always reveal themselves if we are prepared to open to them. I created these three weeks, and the gifts within them have been more immense than I could have imagined.

And I am sitting in a bar where the news is pre occupied with a fracture in the country, people are concerned and distressed not aware that their distress is a projection onto the ‘drama’ of their own inner unrest, their own fractures.

If we seek always to notice where we are in pain, disjointed, hurt, fractured within, and seek not to resist what is arising then we will find the road leads eventually to ease and freedom within and without…

This vlog is a short guide to Barefoot Running!

Unconditional love

I was sitting on the steps of Teide restaurant, my second home here, valiantly trying to buy more data…

It appears that in the instance of iffy internet I have used more than my quota – thank goodness for a person to ‘live chat’ to, as I couldn’t make out how to buy more… And even more of a relief that I could recall my password!

It is a funny thing with all of the amazing advances in technology, how much I love it if there is a real live person to help me; but it is the combination that works… A helping hand with the amazing possibilities that this magic expansive world brings us…

I was sitting there in the sun intent on my data ‘mission’ when I heard a shout ‘Hola Senorita’ and there on the mountain road beside me was a car carrying my oldest friend Wends, her husband Tony and Alfie my godson…

We sat together drinking coffee and juice and Alfie had some breakfast… We then drove higher up into the mountains where we walked together for awhile in the sun and sat on the rocks looking out all the way back to the sea… We then made our way back to Teide for a late Spanish lunch under the shade of the cherry trees – which have no cherries on them…. At the moment, it seems but a flash since Anadi and I sat there in July with the branches heavy with bright red fruit, laden and luscious…

The seasons cycling around, the circle of life – ever moving, ever changing… Renewing, blossoming, coming to full fruition and then fading, dying and  beginning all over again… Re birth.

Although in essence Anadi and I follow the sun, we still find ourselves part of changing seasons… And in returning to places at different times – although the rhythms of daily life appear to remain, in that we see the routines of people doing the same things in the same places – around them the sun is rising and setting at a different time, the trees and the land have a different feel, the air too changes as the circle of life goes around and around.

As the years go by we can grow if we tread the path that opens in front of us… We can be whittled and honed into our true expression; with each passing year we have the opportunity to grow clearer, cleaner – and with each passing year, we have the chance to  let go more and more of anything that holds us back and stops us simply being ourselves and ‘going with the flow’…

Going with the flow is the ultimate in trusting ourselves, trusting life, trusting love… The ultimate in unconditional love…

By letting the river of life open us up to the new, and trusting that as the new day dawns we can start renewed. By letting go of the old and opening always, when a new year starts, when every new moment opens – we can meet it fresh like the budding trees, the fresh new leaves; the fresh new crop of shiny cherries on the tree….

And today, there was my friend Wends…It seems to natural to be sitting in a garden in Spain, being together… All of us sharing, relaxing loving the opportunity that had opened up on the side of a mountain in Spain…

And Wends and I have circled 54 rotations together of our journey round the sun; and our love and connection grows richer and clearer and deeper with each passing year.

I treasure our friendship and the reflection of unconditional love I experience in its embrace

 

 

You’ve got a friend

Today I feel that seeing the sun rise and watching it set, is purpose enough on planet earth; in fact the very act of simply watching the earth’s journey around the sun again and again lends itself to standing still and being in the circle of light, the circle of life…

Today I set off to run in the dark and felt the rising excitement of seeing the orange ball heralding a brand new day, pop into view – and then tonight almost exactly 12 hours later I set off again and watching its powerful energy disappearing from view…

But the sun knows how to herald its arrival and its coming in such glorious style…  And to be silent within ourselves and in its embrace is all that is required…

Although tonight I had a moment or so of not being quite so silent, there was a big ripple deep from the depths of the lake!  I was gripped in fear… As I have run up and down the mountain, I have seen steps beside a great big water pipe and I had made a note to myself to investigate… So tonight was the night…

The first stretch were uneven and quite steep but they had a wire handle to grab onto, at the top I reached the mountain path and looked up to see many many more stretching to the sky… I wondered what would be at the top…

I never found out!

As I was making my way up and up, the higher I got the more precarious it felt, so I was climbing on all fours…

Then I started to feel a bit shaky and made the mistake of looking up, and then down… I felt the rush of immobilising fear in my body…

So I sat on a step and breathed deeply!

It was very very steep, but I did know I wasn’t in real danger… I knew that I was having fear arise, so that I might  clear it from my body… Fear from past lives, from an old experience in another life of falling to my death… From a deeply primal survival instinct that was over active and so accessed fear inside me…

Who knows…? But I did know it needed to be released and had arisen for this purpose… I sat for awhile and then as I was ‘mid vlog’ decided to report in… !

The very act of speaking with my ‘fans slash friends’ on youtube, even though they would not see it until tomorrow was very helpful indeed… The power of us connecting, supporting one another, joining together.

We are all always there, all of the time, we just need to tune in, and through chatting to my iphone (!) I was able to tune in and connect with the loving group energy…

We are always there, all of us, all of the time… And it is in recognising that it doesn’t have to be one specific person – as this can limit the expansiveness of energy, of love and the resources we have within us which is a reflection of the collective whole.

In the end, I went down slowly slowly slowly on my bottom! A step at a time and of course reached terra firma again…!

These words from the song ‘You’ve got a friend’, feel relevant to me, and as yet I haven’t spoken to a soul since being scared up some steep steps on the side of a mountain…

‘You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am
I’ll come running, oh yes I will, see you again
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you got to do is call and I’ll be there,
Yes I will, you’ve got a friend…’

When we feel in need of support, of love , of a friend… All we need do is open up our hearts and know the truth

We’ve got a friend, always within us, at the deepest level, we have our resources which are a reflection of us all, a reflection of love…

Fellow travellers on the path…

I am back in my little white house on the side of the mountain, where the router is deemed no more – Maggie came round to pronounce this, it seems that the lightening struck it and that was that…

I have also lost my pinhole glasses somewhere… But I am reckoning my eyes will simply have to up their game…

I ran along the seafront again as the sun rose… Sunrise and sunset light are very special for me in Almuñecar…

Last night Ange and I sat on the beach with the sky lit by what seemed to be a huge orange lamp – and this morning I ran towards a pink glow of soft light which bathed me in its smooth balm, as I turned at the end of the prom to make my way to a final breakfast with Ange before she headed to the aeropuerta…

I waved her goodbye until she was out of sight and set off back up back up to the mountains.

On the way I saw a young couple hitch hiking on the main road… I enjoy picking up people who are thumbing a lift, but as always I make my decision whether to do so or not in an instant flash…

They were holding a sign which said Orgiva – it is the biggest town on the winding mountain road – but when they had clambered in they said they were making their way further up the mountain to explore the Beneficio commune… I drove them as near as possible, before needing to drive on for Español at 12…

Beneficio is place where people go to live without any electricity or any type of comforts of modern day living… The drinking water supply is from the mountain spring and then the secondary supply is from a stream… They have compost toilet facilities and alcohol and drugs are prohibited … The accommodation is mostly light shelter like tents, but there have been some more permanent structures built included straw bale constructions…

The young couple were from Poland and were just three weeks into their travelling adventure…

We were talking about Beneficio and as the young guy said, they have no internet of course, but everyone knows about them because of the internet!

I enjoyed picking up my young fellow travellers on the path.

They didn’t appear to think that being a nomad or not owning any shoes was at all strange and we chatted easily as I sped them round the hairpin twist and turns that is mountain driving…

And they were so young; 20 years and 18 years… The older I get the more time feels to be immediate, I’ve been here for 40 more years than they have and yet I felt connected to their adventurous courageous spirits immediately – and we were for 30 minutes contemporaries, the only difference is that I have had more time to go around and around to learn what I already knew deep in my soul at their age…

That we must trust ourselves, that we must follow our own path… Even if it is the road less travelled; that we must have fun and that we must recognize ourselves in each other…

Namaste I honour the spirit in you that is the spirit in me.

The extra forty years I have been treading this earth plane felt but a moment in time as I journeyed with my new young friends, the three of us immediately and fully engaged in the here and now…

 

Today I rose with the sun…

Last night Ange and I wandered along the street, with the warmth of the day still in the air… We had planned to eat in a tiny local restaurant, but when we arrived at its door – was closed…

Plan B… ‘There is a restaurant run by an English guy who plays his guitar on a Saturday night… Would you like to go there? The food is great’… Which is how Ange and came to be singing along to sounds of the 60’s and 70’s we know so well, as well as needing to shout above the music to have any sort of dinner table conversation…

And it was such fun, an impromptu night of live music surrounded by mainly Ingles… We laughed a lot, as well as being transfixed watching the two musicians. They were fully engaged, playing their guitars and singing with all their hearts…

As I watched, I reflected that it doesn’t matter where we practise our art, whether it is on a huge stage at Wembley – if that is where our energy leads us – or a small restaurant in a Spanish town on the coast… What matters is that we practise –  that we express ourselves fully – trusting that the stage we are on is absolutely the perfect one for us at this time…

Today I rose with the sun and decided to follow the road out of town and into the hills… It was mainly smooth and wound gently through the land, following the old river bed. As I ran I had a surge of recognition and joy of treading
on this land that feels so familiar.

A huge group of cyclists sped past in a whirr of colour and male voices; some surprise at my bare feet and they were gone into the distance… A car drew beside me, and enquired in Spanish… ‘Was I alright…?’ ‘Yes, I’m out for a run… ‘And on I went on a road that looks to go on forever…

But this time I executed my  plan to run half my run and then go back to Casa Blanca to meet Ange, and together we ran along the seafront, watching the sun sparkle on the water.

The colours and the light seeming to reflect something in my soul that I see in the mirror of this Spanish land…

The energy I bask in is of beauty, peace, soft expansive possibility, no expectation, stillness and silence to simply enjoy the space of tranquility… There is an ambience here that is indescribable, except to say that it resonates with the beat of my heart, my breath and with every bare footfall.

It is no wonder that I have chosen here as the destination when I run right through the middle of Spain, from the North to the South coast…

Or that it has chosen me.

So within so without… The one who chooses and and the chosen one are one and the same; each reflecting the other. Each one a mirror by which to look deeper to investigate the inner map.

And so Almuñecar sees herself, feels herself, knows herself within every step I take…

And I see myself in so many multifaceted shafts of strobe light dancing on the water, flickering through the curtains. Immersion in the turquoise azure blur of the magical mediterranean balm…Warmth beating down onto my shoulders and the sound of Spanish voices… The Spanish tongue which as I wander about I notice that I am very slowly remembering.

Ange and I finished our day on the beach again… Stretching on the sand before taking a healing dip in the limpid crystal pool of liquid love…

 

Rediscovering our lightness…

I drove down from my mountain retreat to sunny Malaga airport… It was like driving to another land…

The sun shone bright orange warm… I parked my car and raced to arrivals as my friend Ange’s plane landed… And then there she was, having arrived in another place, so far away from an England now in so many ways, a landscape and climate so different as storm Brian started to make the announcement of his arrival in the UK …

We chatted as we drove along the open road, towards a vista of mountains, blue sky and sun… Before we knew it Almuñecar welcomed us into her now familiar bosom, enclosing us both in Friday night Spanish chatter, warmth and the sound of the lapping sea…

This morning we ran along the promenade, and it was hard to imagine just a few days ago I had been wrapped up in a shawl feeling the cold, while a mountain  thunder storm danced, played and crashed around my rocky scenes with insistent and enthusiastic energy.

Once again, I stepped into the barefoot step and almost forgot my mountain retreat; my croaky voice a reminder, but the day here the only one… The time with Ange immediate and as if we only had a coffee together last week…

A few of my things are still in my little white house, and I am aware that my energy however is very slightly in two places. I  said to Ange that every so often I have a sense of ‘having forgotten something’… A slightly strange Alice in wonderland like dream state and a ‘mad’ feeling of  – ‘did I remember to organise for someone to feed the (non- existent!) cat…’

It demonstrates to me, how much the nomadic life works for me, to be walking barefoot on the planet and living exactly where I am; completely here and now. And how so often as human beings we are ‘two places at once’ without being aware of it… In fact probably many places!

It is the practise of being fully here that allows us to experience our human journey at a far more profound level… Because nothing else actually exists except the reflection of our energy, and if it isn’t in our reflection then it isn’t there… So the more we are present to where we are, the more we have the experience of connection and a deep relaxation, because the connection is to our deepest selves. Not our conscious illusionary self, but the eternal truth of who we are…

As we set off to run along the seafront today, I briefly wondered what my body would feel like with all the change of location, climate, altitude… But I felt so good. I felt light, my legs felt light… This has been my increasing experience since I have been barefoot. There is a lightness in my body, in my footfall and in my legs…

After breakfast Ange was reading from her Scaravelli yoga book, and she found this paragraph that summed up exactly for me the experience I am having as I tread the planet…

‘Locking our legs in positions disturbs the dynamic connections through the legs and feetWe can learn how to use our legs better from cultures where walking barefoot and sitting on the ground are a way of life.
With intelligent use of the body, the legs can rediscover their lightness.

Many of us may not have experienced this since we were infants…’

Feeling light in our bodies and in our legs is the natural state; being able to move with agility and ease, flexibility and the joyous delight of experiencing ourselves through our bodies…

Pain is the aberration; ease the natural state – but pain is also a communicator and if we follow its messages and resist not listening to it through with denial, because we become ‘used to it’ – or distraction with stories that this is ‘natural’ in the ageing process, or blocking it with pain killers… Then with time and patience we can explore a re discovery or discovery of a greater lightness within our body – as if it were for the first time because we may have forgotten the feeling…

The feeling of lightness in the legs, in all of the body and so enjoy a freer journey on planet earth; and even if the shifts are only fractional it is worth the process and practise…

Ange and I swam later and we enjoyed again the magical healing properties of the mediterranean sea… We sat chatting on the sand about the journey ahead that emerged from within me… To run barefoot right through the middle of Spain and about Ange’s pledge with her daughter Pru and Ruby to support the cause to raise money for FSH – Friends of Sussex Hospices – by doubling every penny that is raised… She spoke of how the hospices supported her family at the end of her father’s life 7 years ago –  and how she now wants to support me raising money for the cause.

And so it is… We all have our gifts emerging through our unique vibration, we are all completely different in our own energetic make up, and if we  trust in our own expression then the way is clear for us all to support and love one another as we adventure on this unknown life path….