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…