The reflection of love…

Saturday…

We are in Valencia, it has a lovely feel, wide streets and bright blue skies… We arrived and had our second breakfast in a traditional Spanish bar…

Our first was easy jet porridge at early o clock, and then tostados con aceite y tomate at civilised Spanish breakfast o clock…

I love the feel of Spain and I love the feel of a Saturday stretching ahead without a plan. When I have written this, Anadi and I will go and wander the streets and eat some more I expect.

Do what we humans do, wander about interspersed with eating and sleeping!

What a funny journey this is, lots of physical functions and needs to take care of, as we learn that we are not the body that we are in.

But through looking after it, we can hear our spirit speak more clearly, not silenced through tension and pain.

The irony is that we often need the pain to awaken us to our truth; and yet it can also hide us from the very thing we are seeking – ease and peace within – and then instead of listening to its messages, instead we project our dis ease onto the situations, the politics, the awful evil in the world we see around us… Or other people; we project our pain onto our friends, our loved ones, rather than clear it from within…

Or we distract from it with massive activity, lots of ‘things to do’ and people to see – of course we can also stay still within ‘doing’ and ‘being’ with others – but it can also provide a space to run away from ourselves, to create noise so that we never hear our heart call to us, hear it direct us, or give us its intelligent words.

Or we damp down the pain with drugs, alcohol, food… We dull it and dim it and create enough comfort to ‘get through…’

But if we stop, and listen, listen to the messages in our body… We will find that it holds all the wisdom and the more we listen, the more we will find the silence within us, the space where the pain is hiding.

It is only through truly facing our own pain, that we will stop projecting it outwards. And when we stop doing that we can start to notice and experience more fully love, acts of kindness, joy, life possibility, growth expansion…

Because as we clear our own pain, we stop finding that all we see is pain and evil and loss out in the world, and we see instead the reflection of clarity peace and love.

 

 

Here is the vlog Ange and I made when we met for coffee in Lewes on Friday

Today I rose with the sun…

Last night Ange and I wandered along the street, with the warmth of the day still in the air… We had planned to eat in a tiny local restaurant, but when we arrived at its door – was closed…

Plan B… ‘There is a restaurant run by an English guy who plays his guitar on a Saturday night… Would you like to go there? The food is great’… Which is how Ange and came to be singing along to sounds of the 60’s and 70’s we know so well, as well as needing to shout above the music to have any sort of dinner table conversation…

And it was such fun, an impromptu night of live music surrounded by mainly Ingles… We laughed a lot, as well as being transfixed watching the two musicians. They were fully engaged, playing their guitars and singing with all their hearts…

As I watched, I reflected that it doesn’t matter where we practise our art, whether it is on a huge stage at Wembley – if that is where our energy leads us – or a small restaurant in a Spanish town on the coast… What matters is that we practise –  that we express ourselves fully – trusting that the stage we are on is absolutely the perfect one for us at this time…

Today I rose with the sun and decided to follow the road out of town and into the hills… It was mainly smooth and wound gently through the land, following the old river bed. As I ran I had a surge of recognition and joy of treading
on this land that feels so familiar.

A huge group of cyclists sped past in a whirr of colour and male voices; some surprise at my bare feet and they were gone into the distance… A car drew beside me, and enquired in Spanish… ‘Was I alright…?’ ‘Yes, I’m out for a run… ‘And on I went on a road that looks to go on forever…

But this time I executed my  plan to run half my run and then go back to Casa Blanca to meet Ange, and together we ran along the seafront, watching the sun sparkle on the water.

The colours and the light seeming to reflect something in my soul that I see in the mirror of this Spanish land…

The energy I bask in is of beauty, peace, soft expansive possibility, no expectation, stillness and silence to simply enjoy the space of tranquility… There is an ambience here that is indescribable, except to say that it resonates with the beat of my heart, my breath and with every bare footfall.

It is no wonder that I have chosen here as the destination when I run right through the middle of Spain, from the North to the South coast…

Or that it has chosen me.

So within so without… The one who chooses and and the chosen one are one and the same; each reflecting the other. Each one a mirror by which to look deeper to investigate the inner map.

And so Almuñecar sees herself, feels herself, knows herself within every step I take…

And I see myself in so many multifaceted shafts of strobe light dancing on the water, flickering through the curtains. Immersion in the turquoise azure blur of the magical mediterranean balm…Warmth beating down onto my shoulders and the sound of Spanish voices… The Spanish tongue which as I wander about I notice that I am very slowly remembering.

Ange and I finished our day on the beach again… Stretching on the sand before taking a healing dip in the limpid crystal pool of liquid love…