Experiencing our true nature

Another sunny warm day, the golden light flashing over the hills in Marseilles – rising around us as we ran earlier today… The ocean stretching as far as the eye can see… Lands mingling, memories of San Sebastian as we passed by wall with the waves crashing and splashing the road… A feel of Spain, and of the island of Majorca… The narrow roads like Gozo. All the lands mingling and blending as we made our way along another road… Adjusting, running step by step… embracing the new.

‘This is good practise for my “Barefoot Across Spain adventure”…’ I commented to Anadi… Another new road, new land, new feelings under my feet… When I run from the north coast to the south coast of Spain next spring, no day, no road will be the same. It will be a new land unfolding each moment as I journey… I will need to simply trust the step that I am in, will take care of the next, relaxing into the journey of the soul, through the soles of my feet…

We are sitting in a cafe on the Corniche now, the blue sea, the traffic ceaselessly going past, music filling our ears and a double breakfast filling our tums… We had one petit dejeuner of coffee, deliciously buttery flaky croissant and orange juice – and then after awhile another of coffee with a generously filled pain au chocolate and de l’eau…

Soon we will journey onwards to Opedde… Having no home suits my energy. I have never wanted to be in a house. As a child I was in the fields roaming about, riding horses and my bike, racing about in the woods.
I never felt happy in a house… I have never really made a home.

The nearest was my flat in Eastbourne which I rented anyway; but I did fill it with colour and piles of books… I loved working from there, and my friend Debs described it as a ‘philosopher’s den’.

And when I wasn’t working with a client, I was usually to be found out on the downs, or by the sea – or in my favourite place… A coffee shop.

We are all different – and we all have different energetic vibrations; different ways or being, unique preferences and places to be that feel resonant for us…

Who knows where this nomadic energy, the desire to be journeying – to be without possessions arose from? Except that it has always been within me, it has always been this way for me…

I never wanted toys or cuddly animals as a child – and my friend Wends says that I was always shedding, that I never wanted things… I wanted to be free, to run like the wind and to sit and be alone, but often within the activity of life going on all around…

I have felt to be more of a Greek philosopher  enjoying contemplation and inquiry, rather than a Roman building incredible architectures and roads through the land… My creativity has arisen through dialogue and the written word, and through sitting still – or through the seeming pointlessness of running in circles; and being within each step…

My sense is that over lifetimes and lifetimes, our energetic make up shifts and transmutes, transforms – and then the energy manifest plays itself out in each life as we gradually remember from whence we came… And then we experience our true nature…

We shed the illusion through lifetimes of journeying… Of living it out, often again and again… Of believing the stories and the dramas and the play we are enacting…

Until we don’t anymore and the shackles are shed…

Later…

We journeyed to Opedde where my brother Stuart and my sister in law Sue have owned a beautiful home; they have seen it rise up from a cherry orchard where they stood on the ground with no house there, and knew this was the site for them…

But now the time has come to leave, a new chapter begining… But it is an ending and so like all endings it must be honoured – the years of life lived here… The gathering place of so many friends and family.

It is always important to really acknowledge endings; to fully celebrate the place or persons we are saying goodbye to. To have the opportunity to tell them how much we cared about them, to celebrate and share our appreciation. This is the same with a place, a home, a leaving… So that as the door closes we can truly turn and notice the new windows and doors opening rather than staring with sadness at the one that is shutting….

I wanted to show Anadi the old town, with its beautiful cobbled streets and castle… But I took a turning too early and we ended up in another beautiful old village called Maubec…

It smelt like provence and embraced us in its stillness, the smell of olive trees and the dusty road…