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 In the gym last night as I stretched and held a pose I could feel old outdated aspects of energy on the outer edges of my field, ready to leave…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… ?