Let them eat cake…

Anadi and I arrived in Teguise for breakfast, a beautiful white light picturesque town…

I particularly love the shops there, full of bright vibrant clothes; they call to me and I feel I could buy them all.. The fun of colour – the explosion in a paint factory energy within me, means that even passing them resonates with something inside and I feel joyous; similar to hearing a song that I love, or seeing a beautiful view – or eating delicious food… Like the hugest moistest piece of carrot cake ever…

We made our way to a restaurant we have enjoyed eating in before… The notice outside said open every day 10am – 11pm… It was 11.15am, so we wandered in optimistically, but we were told that the kitchen was closed and that we could only have deserts or bread and oil…

‘Let them eat cake…’

We chose the desert option, which is how my post 18 kilometre run re fuelling came to be cafe con leche and carrot cake… Estupendo ?

Our waitress wasn’t very willing to smile or be friendly at first… But we didn’t mind and I game fully continued with my Spanish conversation… Suddenly the energy changed completely and she was acting as if we were old friends – even to the extent that when I booked us in for dinner on Saturday night and she ran after us as we left, to ask my name… When I suggested giving her my phone number too, but she wasn’t worried to take that…

She smiled and touched my arm, the original slightly terse grumpy energy transformed…

Staying still when energy is changing all around us takes practise… Neither being overly affected by either spectrum, but remaining as still, clear, and as open as possible within all interactions and within all experiences is a day by day journey and practice.

Remembering that nothing is personal, not even the ‘being nice’ energy. All that is occurring outside us is a reflection of us in some way, but it is only to be addressed or cleared if we react and ‘take it personally’.

There will have been something resonate energetically with Anadi, me and our waitress today, or else we would not have connected and danced a jig on the stage of life… But who knows what that might be?

It could be a brief re encounter with someone in a past life, and the karmic debt being addressed and re dressed. it could be that we were all emotionally fending for ourselves aged sixteen… We know not…

But we do know that it is our responsibility to reflect on our part, our position and to keep our energy clear…

clean mirror for us to reflect and be reflected in.

 

Giving of ourselves…

I ran around on the grass this morning and my feet were as happy as can be…

Every so often when they have worked hard and are a bit tender – and there is no option but for the next step to be a bare one – I feel a slight sense of vulnerability, and then my feet tell me what utter nonsense… They are built to work, they say to me… They are built to last and they remind me how much happier they are without shoes to worry about, and that they will be fine…

And then I remember the trouble I had with shoes!

Today my feet are feeling already recovered; healthy, strong, willing… I enjoyed running around and about on the wet green springy grass… A kettle bell class at one end; two men placing barriers and goals up in readiness for a match… A father and son practising football skills together… Runners circled the track and a group arrived to play tennis… Human beings playing together, being together under a grey, warm day… The mountains stark and blue my back drop. as round and round I ran…

What a funny thing to come to planet earth to do… To run and run to become…

I watched a young woman asking the kettle bell instructor how he had come to be working here; ambitious herself it appeared to create her life; an opportunity seen…

Possibilities wherever we look, which ones resonate and call us to them? Which inspire and access the part within us that can aspire to expand, to grow to let go…

I have received a gift of sparkly bright leggings; I know not who has given them to me… I added them to my wish list on my Soles journey and they have appeared… A delightful mystery, receiving a gift and receiving the energy with it… Reminding us that all that matters is that we give, to one another without expectation of return or any exchange… Simply that we let go of anything that blocks us sharing who we are with others, with the world, with all that is…

When we open to loving and accepting ourselves  wholly and completely then loving and giving to others is a natural as breathing, an orientation of care; it cannot be any other way…

This gift of beautiful bright leggings carry with them a message of simply giving for the joy of giving…

If we give and there is any part that has an expectation of some sort of return, then in truth there is a hook within the energy…

If we enter into arrangements and deals with others, then there is a contract and energetic exchange which we agree to – but even within these exchanges it is worth keeping conscious as to how clean and clear the deals are… How free of any sub agenda we are in our part…

Conscious relating from a place of consciously staying connected to ourselves in every moment, allows for clarity and connection – and relationships where we can trust in enjoying clean clear dialogue…

This all takes commitment…

A lot of C’s… And engaging over cake and cafe philosphique is in my experience a fun way to create such joyous exchange…

A perfect day…

I am sitting with honey smeared all over the soles of my feet!

They are having a special intensive treatment afternoon… First they were scrubbed clean, then I massaged them with Tea Tree oil, put a layer of Savlon over the top of that and then let it all soak in and do its magic for an hour… I then rinsed it all off and applied the honey…

I have also promised them only beach and grass until they have recovered and grown stronger… This way we will all reap the rewards of the past three weeks efforts… They have run 170 miles in that period and a huge proportion of it on the road… Well done feet!

And well done body too… It is growing fitter and stronger and more and more balanced and aligned, and more supple and free. In the gym last night as I stretched and held a pose I could feel old outdated aspects of energy on the outer edges of my field, ready to leave…

Without huge amounts of work on getting supple, I find myself more mobile and free in my body… I enjoy stretching as it feels opening and expansive, but more as an expression of the changes that are occurring than a route to them…

Twelve years ago Anadi, my husband, who was heavily training in Kung Fu, spent 10 weeks training with the Shaolin monks in China… The regime was rigorous – up at 5am training all day until 9.30 in the evening, with just three breaks to eat…

Their philosophy was that if we are clear, there would be no restriction in our body, our muscles and therefore our stretching…

Their way to clear was through Chi Gung and Tai Chi… But the key is to concentrate on the clearing, not on the flexibility… We might otherwise be flexible, but not clear at all…

If we focus on the clearing, either through simply watching the feelings leave in the silence, or through meditating… Or through a moving meditation like running, or whether we chant or practice yoga, Tai Chi or Chi Gung… In all of these practises it is not getting fast at running that counts, or being able to do the poses… It is using the practices for clearing our body of the tension and emotional baggage from the past that is the place to focus…

The poses and the running, the flexibility and the fluency of movement are a reflection of focusing on the clearing; not an end in themselves….

I drove to the sea as day dawned… Low tide had been at 5am, but day light doesn’t arrive here till nearly 7.30 … I had a moody grey glorious Famara beach all to myself; windy wild beauty…

I ran 9 miles before the tide changed the surface of my running track… The sand became watery squishy and so I headed for the road and covered 6 more miles before returning to Famara where Anadi was waiting to have breakfast with me….

The delight of walking across the warm soft sand to the cafe was indescribable; my feet loved it. We ordered orange juice and cafe con leche and our Spanish delight of tostada y tomate y aceite…

A perfect day unfolding in every step and every sip of cafe con leche… ?

 

Embracing all aspects of who we are…

As I glance around my little apartment here in Club la santa, it looks like I’ve lived here for ages, and that I am a single messy female!

The entire of me is scattered about the flat…

I have always had a tendency when alone to splash myself all about; it is a habit that thankfully I manage when sharing space with another… I do this by mentally apportioning sections of the bathroom, the bedroom and living room to me; so that the splash is contained without impacting on the tidy person I am with…

Anadi is a techy being and has all his wires perfectly coiled; I love to see it… It makes such sense, and is very pleasing to the eye. But I am a splashy colour person – it suits my energy and perhaps rather unexpectedly, there is order for me within the splash…  Anadi by contrast is is a neat Zen white walls and silver surfaces person…

But we both like and admire the difference in the other; we celebrate the expression, the energy that comes out of each of us, and is then made manifest in the way we do things…

We are all different, and we all have different energetic expressions and vibrations… The most important thing is to resist thinking that our way is the right way; or making up stories about what the expression of another might mean…

Criticism can happen if there are wounds within the expression… If we are behaving in a certain way as an act of rebellion or making a statement… The irony is that we will often get criticised for this ‘adaptation’, and so the pattern persists of pushing back and rebelling…

Or maybe we are witnessing another living out our own disowned, hidden or lost self… Our expression is devoid of that aspect, because early in our life we unconsciously or consciously decided our life would work better without it… If this is the case we can find ourselves either strongly despising the way of the other, or yearning to be like them…

We all want to be whole and who we truly are – and so our heart will keep calling to us in a myriad of ways, until we listen and take note…. Whenever there is a strong feeling then it is an arrow to an inner hurt within us to be healed and loved –  or an aspect of ourselves which needs reclaiming and loving…

Anadi and I have both said that if we did ever own a base again, we would need to have to have two – next door to each other – so that Anadi could have white empty Zen space, and I could live in an an explosion in a paint factory!

The key is that we celebrate the differences in one another, and recognise that different situations, places, countries, climates and people can all reflect and uncover unclaimed parts of ourselves to be loved and embraced…

If we find ourselves animatedly talking about our love of art – say – with one friend, and yet in other situations this energy isn’t accessed, then rather than deem the other place ‘not enough’, it is worth investigating what aspects are accessed in the other space and enquire why our energy resonates there… Is it something we recognise we desire to clear or to expand and embrace within us…?

We are such colourful multifaceted beings that a position of wonder and curiosity at how we are in different contexts, and in different relationships allows us to reclaim ourselves and love ourselves in our entirety, as well as keeping open to getting to know ourselves and one another more and more deeply without projection, fear or judgement…

True love is patient and kind…