Connection, Communication and Reflection…

I’m sitting on a stone bench in the sun – it is a sunny bright blue sky day.
It is 14.21 in the afternoon and I have no plan.
 
 I am liking being here in the sun…
 
 This morning I ran along to ‘the other end ‘ of Almuñecar – there are two ends and I ran to the Vellila end, where the road turns into a beach, and then by clambering over the rocks I reached another beach… I ran back and forth on the deserted sand for awhile before re tracing my steps to breakfast… A delicious feast of orange juice, coffee – toast with chopped tomatoes, drenched in olive oil – fresh mango and natural yogurt…
 
 I am enjoying the solitude and the sound of Spanish voices all around me.
 I am enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves as my constant music, and the wind in the trees.
 
 I am enjoying the feeling of having nothing to do and nowhere to go…
 Almuñecar has a few souls who ‘wander about’ throughout the day; they all recognise me now because I keep returning to run barefoot through their town…. And now I am sitting like them in the sun, whiling away the hours in silence, watching the world all around…
 
 
Which of course is simply our reflection in every moment.
 
 I was sitting in departures at Gatwick airport, the day before yesterday, opposite a man… I wondered what our connection might be… We were in the same space having a similar experience, and I wondered if we were to ‘press pause’ on the scene and investigate – then not only the man nearest to me, but all of us could have an opportunity to discover what it was linked us all, and reflected ourselves in that moment…
 
 It then happened that the man, me and three ladies, who had been sitting next to me, ended up chatting in the queue to board the plane…
 
 The man and I discovered we were a year apart in age, and that both of our fathers’ had worked on Sierra Leone, and that the two of us spent some of our younger years there… We also found  that he was also journeying to Almuñecar like I was, and is intent on creating a different type of lifestyle…
 
 
The three ladies – in this (rather slow) queue to get onto the plane – exclaimed as we started to venture outside; ‘aren’t your feet freezing cold?’
 
 We laughed and I told them about all the different type of reactions I receive to my naked feet…  ‘And sometimes people just stare and stare as if I am a ‘rare creature ‘ that they have never seen before…’ I explained…
 
 ‘Well you are,‘ one of the ladies laughed… ‘You are a rare creature…’ and then she continued… ‘In the nicest possible way!’
 
 
 
 
 
 
Vallilla… The ‘other end of Almuñecar. My morning run…
 

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…