Life an adventure

My day started with the sun creeping over the peaks… I ran on the mountain road watching the day break on another new and different training ground for my feet, every step leading me paso a paso on an adventure that they seem to be planning themselves…!

Later just as I was about to leave our breakfast get together, where we had been enjoying celebrating Maggie’s birthday over Cafe con leche y tostados, Maggie said… ‘I don’t think we’re on a journey, I think we are on an adventure…’

‘Yes, yes’… I had responded; ‘We really are on an adventure…

I arrived here in Bubion in the Alpujarras last night and met up with Jack and Maggie for goat cheese salad and to catch up… We talked about El plan, my quest to run Barefoot Across Spain next spring, and the process they have been engaged in since the idea was hatched…

They have been plotting the route, which will go from the North Coast to the South coast, right through the middle of España – in the last month have driven sections of it too, and report that the landscape is breathtakingly beautiful…

‘It’s been a big journey for us…’ Maggie was saying; which is why this morning on reflection we are agreed that the journey has more of a sense of an adventure about it…

Life an adventure… To adventure is more fun than to live in fear…

When we feel anxious or worried all we need do is remember this, that we are on an adventure, with the plot unfolding as in any good adventure story… We are both writing it, and directing and acting the main lead role in the film of the book… We are improvising, making it up as as we go…

And yet it is already written, and deep within us, our soul knows its course… When we let go and listen to the essence of love within us, the silence in our breath – we will find our writing will be guided, and our moves on the stage of life will flow from this wisdom, and we will find there is no place for fear.

But there is no rush… Life an adventure reveals its way, the road opening as we tread it.

I have wondered if the knowledge of this adventure didn’t start to herald itself within me forty years ago when I read ‘As I walked out one midsummer morning’ by Laurie Lee… The book touched something within me which resonated then, and has reverberated over the years.

These words gave me a sense of the purpose of my soul…

“I felt it was for this I had come: to wake at dawn on a hillside and look out on a world for which I had no words, to start at the beginning, speechless and without plan, in a place that still had no memories for me.”

My life in the most recent years as a nomad, resembles these words… The paradox is that from this place of not knowing and not planning, of trusting and allowing the guidance of my soul; ‘El plan‘, the adventure has emerged and a grand fiesta is unfolding in every step…

 

 

‘Go placidly amid the noise and haste…’

I have had a lovely day… It started with my live broadcast about my preparations to run Barefoot Across Spain which I loved so much… To be with people even though we are all miles apart is just such a magic thing!

It reminds me that we are all connected all of the time; we are all communicating and connecting through the ether… All that technology has done is made it easier for us to by pass any blocks in our telepathy and ethereal broadcast systems, to allow us communicate clearly with one another, so that we can then receive the messages and understand them fully…

But it is important that we remember that the air waves are always open, and that we are always communicating with one another… We are always impacting with our energy, and of course being affected by the energy of others… Therefore, it is worth considering in every single moment, the quality of our vibration… What frequency is coming from our being…?

If we are committed to being aware at all times – then we will feel everything that tremors though us… If we are  prepared to take responsibility for not projecting it outwards, or denying the feelings or distracting from then, then we are in a position to clear the energy and to transmute it…

It takes huge commitment to be prepared to stay present 24/7 – to clear the tension, the negative dips, any unkind thoughts, feelings of despair… And on the opposite spectrum the energy of too much zealousness, over drive, over excitement… For they are all vexatious to the soul….

‘Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence…’

Silence is the space in which we know ourselves, and it is in the space of silence that all the extreme feelings can clear. All we need do is truly feel… To know that this is what clearing is…

Feeling the feelings without a story, so that we transform our energy field allowing our light to shine brightly… Others will be affected and infected by the light which can light the way as a guide to themselves….

After my broadcast I went for a run on the grass in the centre of the track… What joy for my feet which are working so hard… Round and round we went – my feet and I – five fun, springy green grass miles before breakfast…

Anadi and I then sat in the sun in El Lago restaurant, enjoying being together and chatting, looking out over the Atlantic ocean, watching the waves crash…

I fully appreciated the simple delight of food after exercise, delicious granola and fruit in yoghurt, carrot apple and ginger juice – with cafe con leche of course – and then I polished off the rest of Anadi’s toast with butter and honey.

The delight of eating with such enjoyment, trust of my body’s wisdom and messages –  freedom…

For so many years – way back in the past now – I was trapped in the tyranny of an eating disorder… But I knew, even then, that this was an energy too… I saw my eating disorder then as my concept of evil as it stripped away my spirit’s expression and my joy… But I knew, I saw that this dark energy was for clearing – and I knew it was possible to clear it away completely. In deeply exploring this obsession of mine, I discovered deeper answers and the key to clearing all darkness as it arose; all tension and fear and so I learnt how to free myself and in the process how to teach others…

I also learned that things can take time – and that it is simply a matter of keeping on keeping on… Never stopping and never being hard on ourselves; simply committing to the process…

Freeing ourselves…

Barefoot Across Spain! Update on the preparations…

My journey will start in March 2018 on the Northern Coast of Spain in Suances. I will journey, running barefoot, down through Spain arriving in Almuñecar on the South Coast. I aim to arrive on my 59th birthday in May!
Being barefoot connects me to the earth and to myself and to the awareness of each moment as I tread my own life journey.
I have always worked deeply in the lives of others, helping them to face themselves in life and death. Therefore it feels natural for me to be raising money to aid the transition of adults and children in their journey from life to death.

Paso a paso…

A shiny September morn greeted me when I drew back the curtains and prepared to say ‘Hello’ live to my friends on Facebook…

I am loving ‘connecting in’ and sharing the events of another week… A week that brings me nearer to the day I set off from Suances on the north coast of Spain to run all the way to Almuñecar on the South coast…

The autumn equinox is heralding the six month count down… I love the rhythms and rhymes of life and this feels to be one unfolding as if it were already written; it is written…

I was remembering today how the first visit to Almuñecar was ‘by mistake’ – there is no such thing of course; what we perceive as a mistake is all part of the unfolding of our energetic ‘map’ and the more we watch, notice, listen, observe… The more we can ‘work things out’, rather than live our life by default, unconsciously…

‘Mistakes’ are the way we reflect, understand, clear our energy field and find our way to the centre of our being…

Anadi and I ‘thought’ that we were trying to get to ‘Salobrena’, but somehow we missed it and then couldn’t find our way back… And so we ended up in Almuñecar… Where of course we were always going…

After my broadcast, I set off up the hill to run… The light was sparkling across Richmond park, beaming lasers of light on the drops of dew; a gentle stag stood near me when I stopped to record my vlog – when I turned around after chatting to my friends a bit, the stag was closer than before. He felt close enough to connect with, to get a sense of, to know… I loved the stag so much. He was so perfect in his stag energy, his truthful expression. He was himself.

We are all perfect in our truthful expression…

We are all the sparkling September morn and the quiet bold stag. We are all one.

Anadi and I went to breakfast in a gorgeous Persian cafe that we discovered yesterday… I had passed it at the end of my 10 mile run – I had seen a board outside announcing that they had an award for great coffee… I was instantly won over…

But this place is so much more than its coffee; which is indeed award winning! The ambience is delightful, the energy inclusive and yet spacious and private; the staff so kind and friendly and the food amazing!
We are regulars… In two days we have been here, we now feel a part of the scene… The planet our home!

Later…

I met my friend Ange for lunch… Ange has pledged to double all monies made in my barefoot run across Spain! We are going to make a special vlog together soon…

But today we met just to chat and relax together; we met in the Petersham nurseries which is a delightful place. We ate surrounded by beautiful plants and flowers and a wedding part wandered by us, a bride and groom meandering about on the muddy ground, around the rustic beauty and lusciousness…

Layers of life all being lived out together. different events in the same space… Life unfolding in each step.

Ange wore some barefoot jewellery made by my friend Wends… She put it on her hand… ‘slowly slowly’ she laughed

‘Step by step…’

This is the way we will arrive where we are; ‘paso a paso’; step by step we will arrive in the next step and in that step we can rest… Assured that the next step will take us to the next one, and in each moment our future is revealed…

Step by step….

 

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….

Barefoot for a year…

Following on my my blog yesterday, here is my story of being  barefoot for a year, in a page…

 I was walking along Famara beach in Lanzarote with my husband Anadi… I love that beach. It is sandy and expansive, with a backdrop of volcanic cliffs, magical in their colour and stature.
The beach is 5k long when the tide is low, and very popular with surfers and kite surfers…

I was watching the surfers warming up… I loved watching them carrying out all their exercises and then they started to jog along the beach in a pack…

‘I wonder…’ I thought…

‘I wonder’, I said to Anadi ‘whether running barefoot would work for me…’

I started with just over a mile on the beach… Nothing in my body hurt.

It was September 9th and we were staying on Lanzarote Island until the end of September. I kept going back to the beach because when I tried to run on the road in my shoes, my legs still hurt with nerve pain from the injury I had sustained 6 weeks earlier in the Alpujarra mountains …

But barefoot I was free…

On the last day of our time there, I was trying to run around the running track in my shoes; but it hurt… A woman and her child appeared and lapped the blue asphalt track barefoot.
I took my shoes off and ran free…
I left my running shoes in the apartment, and travelled home with only my vivobarefoot shoes that I liked to walk around in…
I recognized that I barefoot was finding me; but I still ordered some Nike frees as I felt I would need them to transition…

The shoes never arrived and so as I was only in the UK for a short time I started to run in the vivobarefoot shoes…

I only ran ten times in October as my legs were very tired after each run in the very light shoes… I went to the gym a lot and my body and feet started to thrive…

Through November and December I got used to running in my barefoot shoes, and my completely bare feet when there was sand to run on…

I then read about beach socks….

So in January I ordered the socks and gave all my vivobarefoot shoes to my friend Jane…  Since then I have owned no shoes, and by February I had shed the socks too; made easier by my nomadic lifestyle and often being in sunny climes!

I listened to my feet…

I had let go of any goals in terms of mileage or running races… Before I was injured in July 2016 a lot of our travels had been to places where I could run a race… I was often winning the over 55 age group, and having a lot of fun…

My feet let all this go as they set off to run barefoot again…

I set myself no mileage aims, and I exercised my body with stretching and some strength and conditioning too, and noticed it aligning more and more… Long term pain and stiffness in my left hip left; long term knee pain faded and is till fading. My left arch that had dropped started to lift again and is still gaining in strength…

My feet lead me; when the left foot needed to do less we did all did less; when my body and my feet needed to walk we walked…

I started to love my running in a new way – it was like the childhood joy had returned; I went ‘playing’ rather than ‘training’ and once again I felt more like a conduit for the run rather than trying to chase something…

Ten weeks ago I noticed that my feet had run 40 miles in a week, unbidded by me…

I was starting to feel fit again and at the same time my friend Katie contacted me to say she was running a race in Valencia in November… I entered the 10k and committed to ten more weeks on 40 miles, to build some race fitness – which has built to 50 in the last three weeks; my feet are loving it – my body too…!

During that time, the idea came to run for ‘Friends of sussex Hospices’ from the North coast of Spain next spring, planning to arrive on the South coast in Almuñecar on my 59th birthday…

The idea came from my feet!
It certainly wasn’t from me ?