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….

 

2 thoughts on “Our feet got joyously deliciously wet…”

  1. I love this, Julia!
    And I love it that your bare-footed life is a metaphor for the way you live, fully, completely in the moment, step by step.
    And now Wendy is walking virtually barefoot in London too! Wonderful!

    ❤️👣👣💦❤️Xxxx

    1. It is fascinating to me, the way my feet are leading me 🙂 And Wends in her bare feet too was wonderful… We have a sequel vlog coming along… 🙂 <3
      I can't find my emojis on my computer for here !! 🙂 <3 xxxx

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