Naked feet; with jewels on…

Today I have been wandering around London heralding my approach with tinkly jewels on my feet..

They arrived in the post from a fan 🙂 And there is no record of who sent them… However I do know that they are either from Jay or Fi, because they have both told me that they have bought me jewels from my wish list!

Thank you to you both…

It was such great fun to receive them and huge fun to walk all around London in sparkly delight… I feel light and free and naked in my bare feet, and the silver jangling jewels felt like I had dressed up for a special occasion…

Of course, I had… I was dressed for today, the special occasion of Saturday August 5th 2017, I hear that it is the only one ever and we will never have it again… That warrants special jewels and special attention on this special day never to occur again…

Every day is a special occasion…  Every day is an opportunity to be here, fully, completely… To clear away fear, to clear away anything from letting us see the way, the way to be free… Of the shackles of expectation, of tension, of the drudge of life, of the past…

And instead to know that if we want to, we can wander about in tinkly jewels, just like when we ‘dressed up’ as kids and played at life… Because, we are all playing at life really, we all have a role, a part, the words to say… So what will happen if we become more conscious of the play of life, and become interested to see what happens next…? And within that curiosity to start to write our own script, make up new words, a new plot, a new ending to the act we are in, and new possibilities in the next scene….

Co create with others a new story, one that better supports the life we would like to lead…

As Anadi and I sat in a cafe on the embankment, four tall guys went by in drag… Gloriously colourful shiny, blue yellow flowing, dresses, high heeled shoes, long blond, brunette wigs drag… They were at ease, talking amongst themselves – bringing more fun and colour to the street…

A little girl then cart wheeled by… When did we stop cart wheeling? And going into the occassional impromptu handstand… When did that all stop?

And why?

The rain came and went and came again – and so I stopped at a stall and bought a small blue umbrella from a woman who was doing a roaring trade… ‘I like your style babe…’ she exclaimed to me, seeing my shiny silver jewels on my feet, which were planted happily on the glistening wet pavement… ‘Bare feet in the rain, with an umbrella…’

Anadi and I ran in Hyde Park again, around and around we lapped, the grass cool, warm dry summer grass, my feet loved the feel, enjoying the contrast from the sand of Devon beaches… And then a big black cloud opened and the wet seemed to delight my feet too…

Feet that love to run now, happy feet, happy at last to be free of the shoes that gave them so much trouble… A lifelong challenge to try to get shoes that felt ‘right’, training shoes that I could run in without getting morton’s neuroma… My running friends got used to me having to stop to take my shoes off and ‘click’ my foot to take the pain away…  An endless search for the ‘right’ shoe when all along the right shoe was to shed them all and run free….. Naked feet now; free feet, happy feet…

Our happiness comes from letting things go, from shedding rather than getting and gaining… Freeing ourselves from all that we do not need, stripping away…

And I didn’t realise that my lifelong journey to let go of all I do not need – of clearing from the inside out – would be reflected in my naked feet….

Perhaps I am a hippy…!

We arrived in Covent Garden, just as the naked cyclists rode by!

We were running across the concourse to make sure we didn’t miss them, and one of the street performers called out to Anadi and I, in a good natured fashion, ‘Run hippies…’ I laughed… ‘I have never been called a hippy before…’

But perhaps I am a hippy?

I have just looked up a definition of hippy and this is what it said… ‘Someone who has a bright outlook on life and cares about the world instead of trying to ruin it…’

Perhaps I am a hippy…

Maybe it was my bare feet, that made him think of me thus… With their now pretty bits of cloth wrapped around them! I cross them over my big toe, around my ankle, back under the arch and hey presto… !

Or perhaps it is my slightly wild hair from swimming in the Lido in Hyde Park…

Anadi and I ran there together today…

Three weeks ago our plan to do this was thwarted due to the malaise and subsequent  death of his computer; so I ran and swam in the Serpentine alone… But today we ran together on this glorious English summer’s day… And to make our experience extra special, a colourful, bright parade of pomp and regal shiny splendour, made its way in celebration of the Queens birthday right beside us…

We ran on the Oh so green grass, which was gentle music to my feet… They appreciated the springy warmth, the change of land; they loved it and danced on their run, in the sun, so joyous, alive, free and brown…!

And then into the Serpentine we dipped, and swum with the ducks, and geese, the dirty earth beneath us, weed and silt; but the water so clean and sparkly fresh cold…

It was a sudden decision to do this…

We were not due to come back to England until Sunday afternoon, but a weekend in London called us, and so with ease we changed our flights and here we are.

We arrived yesterday evening, and I immediately made my way into central London for an impromptu meet up with Athena Jane… As I crossed the station at Victoria, I had an idea… I flew into ‘Accessorise’ and bought two thin scarves with sparkly bits on them, to make into my bare feet decoration!

Jane and I had lots of fun working out how these bits of material might serve me in this increasingly barefoot journey…

My feet are in charge, I can see this now!

They keep taking me a step further towards the freedom they desire. Our bodies know. There is no rush… I never would have thought a year ago, that I would be wandering around our capital City in my bare feet…

An as we walked along these smooth streets, warm and grey, I heard these words come from me… ‘I could run a marathon here, these roads are wonderful, kind and smooth…’

So we will see…

I certainly do not plan that at the moment that is for sure! But I am always interested in the words that seem to come from nowhere…

We have been to the theatre too…

Enraptured for three hours by a truly wonderful performance… ‘Love in Idleness…’ I so enjoy the theatre. I was brought up on it. My Mother loved it and I had an idea at one time, that I would be in that world, as a director, writer, some such thing…

I don’t think that now, I just love going… Wondering at the focus, the commitment to being so fully engaged in their art and we are there too, fully in the unfolding on the stage…

Being fully engaged, committed and focused on our own stage of our life… The mirror of what we saw today, the ‘play of our own life’ is unfolding in this moment… The more we are engaged with it, focused and present to the moment the more we can watch its unfolding, enraptured and in wonder at this gift of life…

Best laid plans…

It was about midnight, I had checked with Anadi; did he mind if I quickly responded to my friends on FB YouTube and LinkedIn?

The fun of global connection…

He didn’t mind at all, and was doing some work on his own computer; when it died!

Complete death… It’s been having a  few funny turns recently but this looked very final…

After some research, it appeared that all Apple Mac doctor appointments in the surrounding areas were chocca full until about Tuesday, and we fly to Spain in the morning….

We are here in England for a day, for my birthday treat to see the musical Mama Mia, which I love… I have seen it twice before, the last time was 8 years ago for my 50th birthday celebrations with my sister, Rosy and brother Stuart, their families and my friends Jane and Wendy…

It had felt then very fitting, and in keeping with the energy of the show to be there with two wonderful girl friends, and my closest family… And, now also in keeping with the ‘plot’, I am going with my love…

I had also hatched a plan to go running barefoot in Hyde Park this morning, as I had thought about the Serpentine Lido, which is a sectioned off part of the Serpentine, 30m x 100m for ‘open water swimming’!

My plan was that there would be changing facilities and a possible shower, before going on to the theatre…! Anadi was up for this…

But the best laid plans and all that.

We kept looking for a solution, Anadi needs to have a computer for his work, and suddenly after much online searching a 9am appointment appeared in Epsom…

One of the things I love about being with Anadi is that if unexpected things happen, we flow with what is occurring and adjust accordingly.

I have told this story before, but I would like to share it again, because it was an important formative experience in my life and shaped me… I learnt this valuable lesson when I was about 7 or 8 from my Grandfather…

The logs for our winter log fire had arrived, a great big pile lay in the garden waiting to be put in an orderly fashion under cover. My Grandfather who was staying for the weekend offered to take on the job of stacking them in the wooden ‘lean-to’ shed, with me and my littler sister Rosy… We spent the morning happily piling the logs neatly on top of each other in the shed… Once completed, Grandfa, rosy and I stood back to survey our morning’s work…

A lone log started to tumble down….

And then another and another and another. We stood, a silent trio watching our hard work undo… When the last log had escaped, Grandfa turned to us and said very calmly ‘Come on little girls, come on little girls, we will start again…’

And we did just that.

This attitude imprinted itself in me and became a natural way of adjusting, responding, living, and in turn helping others respond and adjust all of my life; and in Anadi I have met a like soul, a twin flame.

We have found the nomadic life to be of great value in challenging any parts of us that might try to hold on to perceived safety; we have both paradoxically seen ourselves relax more deeply as we have needed to adjust to change and impermanence, and truly find the security within ourselves rather than from any outer chimera…

And I have discovered that from this place of recognising that nothing is certain, my enjoyment of life has magnified…

And so today Anadi disappeared at ‘early o clock’ to the Mac Doctor and I went to Hyde Park where I ran about barefoot on the grass; chatted with two women who were at the Lido training for the London triathlon, and then swam in the Serpentine with the geese and the weeds!

It was freezing cold, but so invigorating, and an equally freezing cold shower pool, side to rinse me afterwards.

And then I made my way to covent Garden where I found Anadi and we took a fun bumpy ride in a tuk tuk to the theatre…

A perfect finale to my birthday time…!