Life is a special occasion…

Today is a very hot day, about 40 degrees… As we left the cool interior of the Riad on a ‘lunch mission’, it felt a bit like walking into an oven…

‘This is the highest temperature they use to cook the food at Nama’, I commented idly to Anadi as we wandered through the cobbled streets… Nama is a wonderful vegan restaurant in Notting Hill London, which is an absolute favourite choice of mine, and my goddaughter Pru for dining together… A place we visit for special occasions…

Although of course, life is a special occasion… So really and truly it is simply a fabulous place to meet up in.

I remember my father used to ‘restrict himself’ to only drinking alcohol at lunchtimes when it was a weekend, a Wednesday, or a special occasion…

It didn’t take much to create a special occasion, I recall… 🙂 My Dad enjoyed life and socialising with friends, creating an impromptu party at every opportunity…

Embracing life as a special occasion opens the doorway to acknowledging that every moment is special.

There is only this moment, so we might as well recognise the gift within it, the special quality, the sparkling jewel of this moment, here…

Within it, the possibility for clearing, for healing the past and creating the future, now.

This special occasion, this special moment called Life.

Another realisation I had as we wandered through the square, is just how many pairs of  (new) shoes I have given away over the years…. ‘Running’ shoes and ‘shoes for normal life’ shoes… I always found getting the ‘right’ shoes problematic…

The receivers of my many pairs of ‘not worn at all, or only once’ shoes will testify to this fact!

I had to discover that my route to comfortable feet was about letting go, rather than getting…

Letting go of my shoes… The perfect solution, which was there all the time…

This morning as I stretched under the trees near the square in the Medina, some young people came over… They were intrigued by me, my sportif, my bare feet… The young girl asked for one of the ties from my plaits; she then put her hair up and joined in with my exercises…

No language needed, our bodies moving under the shining  sun…

The moment shared…