Loving learning what we already know…

I have just been caught in a strange position on the floor by Fatima our dueña!

I am writing in the riad, with luscious  plants and a solid sandy coloured, font like water feature in front of me… It is very tranquil – I am sitting on a velvety golden chair, surrounded by more beautiful furniture – paintings and candelabras…

Every day, when I run on the beach, I see men and boys doing all sorts of impressive athletic exercises – I am always inspired… Their bodies are lithe and free; there seems an elasticity in their movements

Today, I saw a young man kneeling on the sand, but with his toes active and ready to spring… He leapt from that position up onto his feet and then jumped into the air… As I ran past I gave him a thumbs up, and we were united for a moment in sporting joy and recognition.

And so I was trying to re create the movement on the beautiful red patterned Moroccan carpet here in the riad! I could achieve it if I used my hands… A bit of work is needed to do it like him – hands free… As I was practising, here alone ( I thought!) Fatima appeared to water the plants…

I explained to her – as best I could in my limited french – what I was doing… She has become used to us now – on day one she said ‘you are different…’ And so whichever way our difference goes now, she is very accepting…

She listened to my explanation and then said… ‘Ahhh – you are learning then…’

I am learning… I love learning, and practicing what I learn… If we approach learning as a never ending journey, and practising as an ongoing process, again one which never ends… Then always we see the vastness of the universe in each moment. the limitlessness of all that there is… Every moment holding a myriad of possibility…

This way, we move from the place of  perceiving learning as a medium by which we ‘get’ something; ‘a grade’, ‘a qualification’, ‘an ending of learning’… Instead to seeing learning as a place we bring ourselves to – and give of ourselves in the dance of life, and discover and learn what we already know intrinsically as consciousness, but wish to experience in human form..

Of course, the awards, the diplomas, the distinctions we might be awarded along the way; the medals and the trophies are all part of the journey… A fun and celebratory part of the journey!

But it is important to recognise that we have ‘made this up’ as humans; we have put measurements on expansion and growth and opening – and this has created an illusion of separation rather than developing an energy collaboration and cooperation…

Of being One, of being different aspects of the same whole, all with our unique contribution to offer… Celebrating one another and what we bring… The quality, the expression, the unique energetic quality and ‘colour’.

Being inspired by one another, to aspire and open to ourselves in deeper and more profound ways.

But all too often, we have attached an importance to the result rather than the process…

Instead when we reconnect to the joy of delving into the place we don’t know, or we are ‘remembering’; or the places we think we do know, but find we can uncover more, then the process leads us to the ‘results’ and they may be far more magnificent and inspiring that we ever knew…

Always there is more – as I am discovering in my sporting journey of already over fifty years…

I love to stretch on the roof here with the cats… It is fun to be in the sun, with them all playing with my feet, and to notice how my body keeps opening…

How the process of being supple happens within – although of course the exercises are helpful and the outer expression of the inner stretch – and they are more helpful if done from an energy of opening. In the words of Godfrey Devereux – with ‘repetition not aggression’…

And from a desire to love ourselves more, not to push or hurt ourselves…

Doing our own thing together…

I did a sort of peep show vlog today; and I noticed that rather than not wanting to be on video, everyone was keen to be in the frame… I am so aware not to capture people on film who don’t want to be captured that I recognise now I have been missing giving people the chance to join me…

I was making an assumption… And assumptions trap us; of course they also free us to live… We assume the stairs will hold our weight, the sun will rise, another day begins, the car will start!
But really and truly nothing is certain… So when we assume, if we assume from the position that nothing is certain we will develop a keener awareness of the magical and the mysterious…

‘Making something up’ without testing it out can limit us…  We might think we are being ‘kind’/ ‘polite’ – but once again this is to do with us, not them.

The most powerful position to take as we live each moment is that of ‘not knowing’. This way we do not project ourselves onto others, and we then do not unintentionally or intentionally manipulate or manoeuvre people with our own agendas or ideals or values… That might be nothing to do with the other at all!

All the people who were in the little alleyway as I left the Riad to run, were more than happy to be in my film – in fact they requested it – and it has opened a whole new avenue to me as to who might join me in my vlogs…

It is always important that when we think something, or know something, or even intuit something – that we test it out… It is only a hypothesis and we have only ‘made it up’ until that moment.

It can end up limiting our own lives – as well as the space between us in relating with others – if we believe our made up things without exploration… They simply become projections to do with us and our own paradigm…

Now it might be that we ‘make up’ and intuit extremely accurately – and this gets born out again and again; but unless we are invited to say what we intuit or see, then it can take away the power of another and becomes dark energy rather than the light it is our intention to shed.

And so in every moment of every day we must check in with ourselves and our assumptions our projections and even our intuitions and seeing abilities. As Ros, my therapist and supervisor would say to me ‘what do you make up…?’ And we would explore that it was very likely an accurate insight; but even if this is so, it doesn’t give us the right to interfere with the path of another unless invited to give the insight…

We do not know the path another treads, and it might be important that they live out a pattern, a way of being and that it is not the time for our observations… If we are seeking to change another, or even point out where they might change, when this hasn’t been invited, then we must look at where the three fingers of the point are pointing back at us…

It is always to do with us…

The only place of transformation and change that we must be concerned with is with ourselves; if anyone seeks our counsel then so be it; this is still to do with us and must have no agenda or self agrandisement within its energy…

I used to have a Buddhist text on my wall – when I had a wall 🙂  – which essentially said this…

If we are to work in the lives of others then it is always knowing that our job is to feed and water the plant, which way it grows is up to it; if ‘the plant’ takes a lifetime, a hundred lifetimes or a thousand lifetimes to grow and blossom, it doesn’t matter – if we practise this way our practise will always be at peace…

If we are true to ourselves and let go of all expectation of others then we are free…

I ran 9 miles on the beach today, up and down, because the wind has whipped up again and so to break up the bits of running into a head wind, I ran out for 4k and back again and then out for 3k and back again… It felt like a great big gathering… The windsurfers and kite surfers in their element, the galloping horse with their tails flying and the rocks sparking off their shoes as they ran over the pebbly stretches; the same people on the beach each day, running exercising inspiring – joining together in the dance of life…

All of us doing our own thing together.


 

Success is fun; Fun is success…

Anadi and I have just been sitting in the sun in a little square… We have taken to having lunch at about 4.30; the time has crept later and later.

Today the food we ate felt like there was a magic ingredient within it.

While we waited for it to be prepared we sipped from a glass full to the brim with fresh mint and hot water… We added a sugar lump, for a little bit of ‘je ne sais quoi…’

We sat in the sunshiny timelessness of our life ; in a land that is now familiar and yet we are just passing through; travellers on the path of life.

We were brought two bowls full of couscous, laden on top with goodness… I had the one with just vegetables, seven of them, shining with oil and spices and herbs. It was like we were being brought an elixir. The man who served us was unsmiling until the very end, when he overheard Anadi saying to me…

‘That was such good food…’ He responded ‘Thank you’, in English. Not one person in the little restaurant had given any indication they understood one word of English, and my French had found new levels!

The energy in the food was tangible; Our sensitivity is even greater the more we travel and change and shed… We find that as we journey we have let go of so much more than just our possessions; and this is continuing… Ever since we started out together, there has been more and more stripping away…

One of the biggest things that I have stripped away more fully in the last five years than ever before, is the fear of being told I am ‘wrong’… It has seemingly just vanished!

Of course, there were hundreds of years – I imagine lifetimes – of living the energy out royally… And another few hundred or thousand of trying to ‘work it out’ and free myself…!

I have a sense that I was vilified for speaking out my truth, and so I came into this lifetime with that energy well and truly entrenched…

In my first attempts to free myself, I set out to do the exact opposite of what was asked of me by authority figures… Instead of setting me free, this meant I became used to hearing that I was ‘wrong’… But my spirit fought on!

And now, some fifty years later,  the sense is simply that ‘poof’ – it has vanished as easy as that 🙂

The other thing that has ‘gone’ completely is any ‘holding back’ from success’… Oh my goodness me, the hours of work in therapy I spent exploring this ‘issue’… I would see it come around and around; and as Ros my therapist reminded me… What I perceived as ‘success’ – when it happened –  was never much fun for me, fraught it seemed with pressure and expectation, and still a pervading sense that it wasn’t enough.

And I wanted to have fun!

In simple terms the messages I received in childhood – from different but equally influential sources – were contradictory to me….

Success in life is important….

Having fun in life is important…

They didn’t seem to be two things that I could easily put together…. Of course, my life had fun and success in it; but neither to the level I felt were within my energetic remit, and they seemed at odds with each other… !

However, energy can get stuck – as we know it can never be destroyed – and so it isn’t uncommon for the same things to happen again and again and again. To transform (make a through or dramatic change in the character of the energy) and transmute (change in form nature or substance) energy takes big work to shift it all about.

It is possible  to have a sense we could do, be or have more – and yet find that we keep going around and around the same old loop; feeling frustrated and disappointed in ourselves and in ‘life’ and others…

Because change happens from the inside out, it takes us truly being able to see how our energy is playing out, how we are living it out, to be in a position to start the inner work to shift it about – so that we can create a life that we dream of.

But all of this is possible, I have seen this in my own life.

Fun and success are not separate entities… In fact if I’m not having fun at whatever I am engaged in; then this in itself means I am not succeeding…!

I can see the evidence in the changes around me as I embrace this new chapter in my life… Where there is no holding back, no sense of being wrong and it is all about having fun!

Any ‘success’ will be born out of the energy of fun! 🙂

Doing what we love; loving what we do…

We have taken to visiting our blue rooftop restaurant every day…

We clamber up the narrow steep steps from the street and emerge into our blue oasis, with pots of plants sitting on top of the thick walls. It is tiny up there, with four tables crammed in, bright parasols jostle with one another to protect us from the bright glinting yellow light of the afternoon sun…

I am working my way through their list of ‘juices’ made with milk and ground almonds, dates and  raisins… It’s a bit like having my ‘pudding’ first…

And then we are brought a tapenade, black olive shiny salty deliciousness, to spread on crisp little toasts…

I like this new ‘routine’ – I order mozzarella and tomato salad and Anadi takes a soup and then we finish with the moroccan tea ritual… Anadi has perfected the art of filling our second glass in the style our waiter delivered our first; pouring from high up, golden liquid landing in the little glass in bubbling delight…

Fun… Our lunchtime break.

When we went to pay, the owner asked us where we live and how long we are in Essaouira for… We have been to his cafe now four days running now 🙂

When he heard we were nomads, he liked it ‘The best life – no restrictions – free from the environment, then you don’t get stuck in it’… He said…  ‘Good for “here”,’ he continued, pointing to his head…

He said he was happy we kept coming back to his restaurant, he thanked us, asked us to do a trip advisor report and then as we left, we all said… ‘See you tomorrow…’

Fatima thinks we work too hard, she wants us to go out for longer in the day, to leave her oasis of the riad, with tall green plants and quiet – the rooftop cats which we love… She wants us to go and swim…!

But we don’t want to swim 🙂 We love what we are doing and we are loving our time here… Anadi loves his programming and I love my new rhythm of running and writing as I have dreamed of doing for much of my life…!

I ran alone today on the beach; the wind has left and so the running – joyous before – has taken on another quality… It feels limitless, the beach curves around the edge of this part of Morocco for another 70k… And my feet are so willing; they feel like they could run the whole way round…

I was reminded today of a hero of many of us, Caballo Blanco (aka Micah True) of the book ‘Born to run’ fame… He is no longer alive in his body on earth; but his energy, his legacy lives on, and his mantra… ‘Easy light smooth fast…’

Barefoot running, more than any running I have done, lends itself to this mantra… My feet sing it to me; rather than me to them…

There is something about running in bare feet which is always like playtime…

Later…

I received a text from my sister Rosy, saying that she was very glad we had changed our plans…

We had booked to be in Freetown, in Sierra Leone, now rather than here… But in June I started to feel unsure about going; it was just a feeling rumbling away, But then both Anadi’s colleague Mudassir and my sister expressed concern over us going…

‘Lets cancel…’ I said to Anadi, ‘I have been having doubts, so this confirms it, we’ll change our plans…’ and so we did.

Two days ago Anadi said to me… ‘I believe we escaped something bad happening, by not going to Freetown’. ‘I agree…’ I replied ‘Even possible death…’

In the text from my sister, she told me that there has been a tragedy in Freetown, over 300 people have been killed in a mudslide that occurred very near to where we would have staying…

As Maricarmen – my Spanish teacher – said, when I told her this story… ‘It wasn’t your time… You aren’t good enough at Spanish yet…’!

following the path of our heart…

We have just come back from wandering in the streets and even doing a little bit of shopping…!

Our days seem to find a rhythm wherever we are in the world… Our food changes and the climate changes, the people, the energy of the land, the feel, the texture of our time is different… But after we have been in a place for even only a few days we find we are often doing the same thing, and eating the same thing for breakfast each day… Even though it is entirely different from the breakfast we have eaten every day in Spain, or in Greece….

In Corfu, I love the fruit salads, piled high with thick greek yoghurt and honey, in Spain the tostadas with olive oil and tomato become my daily fare; and here the sweet breads and homemade jams, omelette and olives and salad are what I look forward to after running and running along the expanse of endless beach …

And I ran again today along the magical shore, Anadi came too and we covered 8 easy miles; not a breath of wind, a blue summer sun day; and I spotted two more Moroccan women running; dressed in their robes, their heads covered, but running freely, relaxed.

Mainly it is the men and boys we see, many of them…

As we ran we watched the first families arriving on the beach; the mothers all covered, their children in little pairs of pants or shorts, bright swimming costumes – racing about the sand and into the waves, free as birds…

One little girl, maybe only three years old, was running along towards her father, who was joggng backwards, with his hands outstretched – encouraging her  – while her mother walked along behind… All of them were laughing.

Suddenly the little girl saw me… She looked around and tried to keep running, but she stumbled, and stopped and was more intent on watching me… I waved and she waved back….

Because, there comes a time when the girls cover their bodies, their heads and sometimes even their faces so that all we can see is their eyes… and everything changes…

From then on, they watch…

Except for the ones that don’t, that show their faces and are fighting for their freedom…

When we came back to breakfast today, Fatima asked how far we had run, 13k I said… I went on to tell her that we see mainly men…

‘A strong woman’, she said to me… ‘They will be surprised to see it, a strong woman… It is good.’

‘Be the change you want to see…’

I walk freely in their land; my energy different. Fatima has said on a few occasions to Anadi and I… ‘You are different…’

I have been reading about the women of Morocco who over the years are creating the changes, are being the change they desire… In the end we can only change ourselves; we can only be the change and others will follow; but they are simply being their own change.

My path is not to fight for the freedom of Moroccan women; but my path is to be freedom, to live freely from the core of my being and in being free communicate this in my every breath.

The little girl stopped in her tracks; my energy impacting on maybe her whole future…

I have watched the women watch me as I run by and they smile… We say ‘bonjour’, there is sisterhood in our difference. I am one of them… In the past I put my own restrictions on myself and readily bowed down to what a man would want before my own wishes…

How could I have possibly helped with repression of women by men when I was joining in with that energy?

The first change must come from within; everything changes from the inside out…

And if we are true to ourselves, and true to our own path then we cannot help but be leaders…

We cannot help but travel the route that our heart leads us, whether that be protesting in aid of women’s rights’ speaking it out as Saida Soukat did this May just gone…

For most of her life she has worked the fields and minded the cattle, but she found herself last May chanting these words into a megaphone… “One foot up, one foot down. For my land, my blood will shed,”

There is economic and social change occurring in the Morocco and it is happening from the inside out, the women themselves being the change… And so we can be the change; free ourselves to free others, and we do not know what stage that might lead us onto…

Saida soukat may never have imagined when she was a girl growing up that she would be part of a movement that is shaking the patriarchal foundation of the society…

Except that her relative Fatima Soukat who is now in her nineties has been leading by example – fighting and cheering for women’s right for many years, and she is still fighting for the right to the land where she was born and raised eight children.

“I demand the land of my grandfathers,” she said at one recent protest. “We are beaten. We are oppressed.”

When we surrender to the path of our soul, and our heart, we do not know where that will lead us, and it takes courage to trust the route of our truth, because like Saida Soukat we too may find this leads us to speaking it loudly into a megaphone!

Stories to support the life our heart yearns to lead…

The beach was shiny new flat clean sand, miles and miles of Saturday morning joy.

Inspiration in its limitless possibility, stretching as far as the eye could see, and aspiration too from those treading on its sandy shored expanse.

I love watching the Moroccan boys and young men stretching their limbs, running jumping doing all sorts of athletic leaps and bounds… One ran past us, smoothly fluently and then turned around and ran backwards along the sand…

I remembered doing the same – years ago – and so although we were on a walk, with my body still recovering from its short illness, running backwards started to happen… I was inspired!

I have no concept of age anymore…. Of course I know that I have been treading this plane for over 58 years; but I mean I have concept of what that might mean… What tales I might make up up about its limitations or expectations…

I look at the movements of the children, those who have not trodden these earthly shores for as long as I have and I seek to learn from them, to mimic their agility, their reed like stature, their posture and strength, their supple flexible bodies…

The only time that I remember having to ‘work through’ an ageing issue process, was when I was 41 and I had an overwhelming sense of ‘time running out’ for my running life…

Clearly I am free of that ‘story’ now… 🙂

And in my bare feet, on the contrary, I feel like I have just begun, all over again… That I am right at the very beginning of my running journey; not at the end as I feared back then!

Any tension or thoughts that we get stuck on, and start to ‘story’ can become our truth and then, inevitably, we start to pick up the same stories in the mirror…

We find ourselves speaking with others with the same fear – and deepening it, so that it feels to be the truth – or in my case someone asked me about my ankle which at the time had been sore for quite awhile, I said it wasn’t quite better yet… The response…  ‘You’re crocked girl…’ Was a turning point, I knew I wasn’t crocked and I also knew the fear within me that felt maybe I was, that I was done, my running over, the end…

In seeing this fear reflected back at me so starkly, I resolved to go deeper into the place where I was holding onto the ‘ageing story…’

And now; 17 years on, I have no concept of ageing, or slowing, or being crocked or any such thing… Instead I feel that each new day brings new possibilities, new inspiration, new bright spot lights on the stage, where the show of my own life is being played out… 🙂

It is a good practise to listen to the stories all around us, the ones we tell and the ones others tell, and to remind ourselves that they are just that… Stories – Some may hold huge value and inspire and uplift, but some may stick us in mud and make life seem dull and hard.

We are co creating all the time, in the spaces between us where the dialogue is woven and created into the ‘truths’ we receive… Being conscious of what we are co creating means that we can make something up that truly supports the life our heart yearns to lead….

I have a story now…

My story is that Fatima, our dueña here in Essaouira has taken it on herself to feed me up since the ‘short illness’…

She added cheese to my omelette this morning – and not to Anadi’s – and this very moment she has just brought us a plate piled high with moroccan sweet delights…

There was no hesitation from either Anadi and I…

The plate is now empty!

Express the best within us…

I love this place in Morocco, miles from anything that is familiar to me… I am the alien on the beach, the only woman in shorts… This wild windy expanse with horses, galloping on the sand, and camels too, ambling slowly along, and lying with the legs tucked under them; blending with their habitat…

Running back along the beach the surfers and kite surfers are starting to appear, a more familiar sight, warming up in their bare feet; loving the wind that challenges me!

Today I saw a Moroccan woman running along the waters edge, running easily and relaxed, she was in her long robes, holding them up to prevent them getting wet; her head covered, but her feet were bare and she was running along in the surf, the gulls swooping and squawking around her and the wind blowing on her back…

She looked free within the constraints of her dress code, her culture and her traditions, her feet looked free…

Freedom is an inner state…. There are plenty of people with the freedom financially, culturally, actually to do as they please  – who are not free at all.

Freedom is knowing we are all one; that we are all born of consciousness, of love, of god… That there is no separation. When we know this deeply, we experience it, and then there is no other state but freedom…

And we experience it, by clearing every single shard that separates us; every single shard there is, that arises in the smallest irritation with another, or feeling of less than or resentment or competition…

Everything must be cleared, this doesn’t mean accepting any form of abuse from another; but it is about knowing that any inner reaction is ours to clear so that we are do not project our own pain on to another, in our relating…

Anadi and I went for a walk on the beach this afternoon –  to the wild windy beach, and walked and talked about this illusion, of being separate…

We talked of how competition – trying to be better than another – starts it all, rather than simply expressing the best within us… The world encourages competition which ultimately destroys rather than enhances…

Paradoxically the boom of ‘sport for all’, has gone along way to bring competition to its best state, that of taking part in something which allows each person to be the best they can be… Changing it into a celebration, a show, a delight; more like an orchestra when there there is a lead singer, or lead musicians… But also a recognition that everyone else plays a vital part, and that everyone is needed because they are part of the whole…

And so it is with sport, with professions, with art, literature- every single contribution is needed to make the whole…

This way those at the front of any race, or creation are there as a light leading the way, inspiring and bright, for us all to see our possibility reflected therein – and to truly give ourselves permission to let our own light shine…

Not to feel less than, but to see our shining aspects reflected there and live out our truth…

Being the change…

We wandered up the little street, that we had run along only a few hours earlier… We were in search of some lunch… Instead of empty quiet, we now dodged weaving mopeds, a donkey pulling a cart, crowds wandering too in the heat that had risen to the heavy level you can almost touch, slice through with a hand… Some tourists, some locals, mingled, slowly walking, carrying out their purpose for the day… Shorts, skirts and sleeveless tops contrasting with long flowing robes, some of the material heavy black, some silken colour.

We stopped in a restaurant we had eaten in many times in May and I saw a couple I recognised from the plane the day before. We sat down and started to chat – to Fran and Andy – Anadi and Fran were agreeing that being here is very like being in India – minus the elephants, when another group of people arrived, from the back of the plane too…!

For an hour or so we were all gathered again, in the same spot in Marrakech (which is very big!) Our energies resonating in some way, gathering us for a short time to connect and share, perhaps as we did before in another life, or are doing now in a parallel universe… Who knows? There is so much we do not know about this moment…

We try to make some meaning to the chaos through timelines and history and words and learning… But it is all a chimera to give us some illusion of safety, some illusion of the illusion… To distract from the truth of ourselves, from the silence…. From taking responsibility for the reflection around us of ourselves… ‘Being the change we want to see in the world…’ As Ghandi taught us.

But, when we do truly recognise our reflection in others and the experiences around us, we can change our own world from the inside out. Our inner shifts will show up in the reflection of our outer experiences and so our world will change.

The changes occur when we become the change we wish to see…

Later…

We have arrived in Essaouira at Riad Arambys… We clambered out of the mini bus into a far cooler windy climate, and followed the man who leapt to take our bags the moment our feet touched the ground… He lead us through the entrance to the Medina, and we walked swiftly through all the stalls and restaurants and people… The pace and energy completely different from Marrakech…  In three hours of journeying, we landed in place, that although was very crowded had a much calmer and slower pace… Which ironically we were speeding through at a march, following our bags…

Eventually we turned right up a narrow little alley way with not much light in it, and arrived at the front door of our new home…

It was just before 4pm and we were more than happy to ‘lunch’ on the plateful of moroccan delicacies washed down with a pot of mint tea brought to us by our very welcoming and friendly new dueña Fatima……

We told Fatima a little of our lifestyle, ‘you are very different’ she surmised, smiling… The call to prayer has just started and we are enjoying the difference again, a celebration of difference – being different in a land which is new and different to us….

Inspiration…

Another solo adventure on my wild Moroccan beach…

I love it at Essaouira and feel I could stay for ages, but we are only here for a short while because we were not sure the internet would be strong enough for Anadi’s work… But it is 🙂

So we will be back again sometime…

We are assured we have had ‘unusual’ weather conditions so far…! Misty mist yesterday, and today windy wind… Very very windy wind…!

I set off this morning, crossed the road to the beach and immediately the sand whipped across my legs, into my eyes and mouth; I made my way to the water’s edge, the firm sand there a better environment to keep my eyes open and see where I was going!

The kite surfers were hanging onto their kites, being dragged along on the sand, trying to keep some control… Before taking off out to sea and becoming leaping, dancing, joyous strips of colour.

It flashed into my mind of having read about the Kenyan athletes doing sprint training, and interval training into head winds…

This thought flashed in and out again…!

I chose to run with the wind behind me, stretching out for a minute or two, running through the shallow sea; letting the wind give my legs wings of speed; then walking for a bit, before repeating.

I ran this way, feeling like I was flying on land, all the way round to the rock…

I glanced over at the sand dunes, they beckoned me; but the sight of whipping sand meant that this thought too flashed in and out…

I  intended to stay with my wind assisted, watery session… walking my recoveries into the wind, running with it behind me…

But my true inner self had other plans…!
I may have thought these flashing thoughts – these images of my future in fact – had been rejected… How wrong I was!

I spotted a young boy over in the sand dunes… He leapt down through them, light agile free in his movements… He stretched on the sand awhile, and then started to run hard and fast right into the head wind…

I was inspired…

I made my way to the dunes and the wind whipped and stung my legs, oh joyous feeling; in the elements alive and free and alone again, the dunes rising up all around me… I ran in them, up and down and around and then back to where I had seen the boy.

I copied his actions, running into the wind, lifting my legs, keeping my back straight, using this powerful force, this incredible wind as natural resistance training.

I ran for a stretch, and walked and this time repeated the pattern into the wind all the way round to the end of the beach…

I loved it!

Free from any expectation of any particular outcome, other than to enjoy stretching my body, feeling its strength, free from any thought, inspired by a young Moroccan boy, who I am not sure had even seen me.

And so it is…

How we can inspire one another without even knowing it; simply by living our lives. Every breath we take is important, as it will lead us to the next exhale of energy and so to words and actions.

If we are fully aware that this imprint is being received by others, then we will stay connected to the importance of living out our true expression… For truthful expression when seen by others can inspire them to live the same…

A young boy in Morocco has no idea that he inspired me, and in turn, all who read my words today and who might leave more willing to live even more fully and more truly.

 

Life in motion…

I awoke to a magical Moroccan morning in Marrakech, and now I am watching the sun go down now on a completely different landscape … Three hours driving; the land looks worlds apart; the energy of the people the same, yet different too.

This morning I was running through the souk as it was opening for the day. We were with Jamal, our host at Riad Saba… We were running to my now familiar training ground, where the keeper of the park welcomes me, and stops me at the end of my session before I leave to show me more stretching exercises…

Exercises my body surely needs, my suppleness not what I know it can be…

I was saying to Anadi that I need to get more supple, and then the reflection of this within me showed up in my friend in the park, and jumping too… I have been saying that my jumping agile energy is ready to be reclaimed…!

And today as if it had all been planned, he showed me some jumping kicking exercises too, as well as extra stretches… Everything is unfolding…

When we trust the still space deep inside, the part that is always calm and peaceful whatever is going on in the outer realms… When we stay connected to it always, we can witness what emerges from this silence within…

Watch and you will see; watch your breath, there is a still point at the top and the bottom; and in this space it is possible to experience complete silence, your self…

We clambered into a taxi at 1pm and hugged our friend Jamal goodbye, ‘we will see you next time…’ and then we were off into the expanse of dusty sandy beautiful Morocco…

Miles and miles of vastness; and then the forest of Argan trees appeared, flashing beside us. They produce the oil which can only be found here in Morocco… There are now over 20 argan women’s co-operatives on the road from Marrakech to Essaouira, the idea is that the women have an opportunity to succeed, although having researched something of the system online, it doesn’t appear that this is entirely the case…

People’s lives unfolding, some in challenging restricted ways… Some in expansive ways, full of possibility…

The world over…

As we sped along the road that stretched ahead, empty of other cars, miles and miles of straight tarmac I reflected how can it be that we might take our outer life too seriously? In terms of ambition or ego or anything we might think we desire or want…?

How can we do this?

There are so many millions of people on this planet, we are all here experiencing a human life, we are all connected…

We are all one…

Today I have seen so many people, I do not know… Hundreds of people who rose this morning like me, their day ahead, things to do, people to see, commitments to honour, loved ones to hug and care for…

On witnessing life all about, the energy of Marrakech and now the blustery sparkling coast, with camels lounging, horses galloping; the energy of the Atlantic greeting us once again…

And people, new people here, everywhere… All of us living our days out, unfolding before us…

I reflect that our inner life is where we will discover ourselves and find peace.

If we focus our energy within, to the inner landscape, the inner world, the still point in our breath; the silence within us; and allow the days to emerge from this space then we can examine the outer landscape from the position of it reflecting our inner journey ; and recognise that we are on a journey that is limitless….

As soon as we arrived Anadi and I walked to the beach; the joy of sand between my toes; the water lapping over my feet; the bright sun high in the sky; kite surfers, lean young men on fit energetic horses.

The joy of life in motion…