Rosa Gin…

We flew from Valencia at 10pm last night on a tiny little plane with roary engines; it seemed we climbed up and up only to start to land almost immediately; and there we were in the airport we know so well.

A swift ride to our home for the night – holiday inn express and we were in our room by 11.40pm…

We stood in the room for a minute of two, ‘I feel like having fun… Let’s go and have a drink…’ I said –  the almost non drinker!

So we went to the bar and Anadi ordered a Larios G and T, I saw a Rosa Gin – it looked full of delicious delight, and it was…

Huge fish bowl glasses full of clinky ice and lemon and then our potions of fun.

The man behind the bar asked me if I spoke Spanish and instead of saying ‘I am learning’, I said yes and so we spoke Spanish and he told us about his travels to Thailand and that he would like to travel more, but that he works so much.

We had fun and the gin went to my head, but I didn’t mind

When I woke this morning and I could still feel it in my head, but I still didn’t mind, it had been worth it!

After breakfast I stepped out of the door to find somewhere for my morning run.

One of the best legacies of being a lifetime travelling runner is that I have no anxiety or worry about heading out of hotels with no idea where I am going… An airport hotel can be a bit limiting, but I found a 1200m loop around all the parking and hire car places and lapped it until I had covered 5 miles…

I really enjoyed it, it was sunny warm, blue skies and lots of people on their way from or too the airport. An atmosphere of movement and journeying while I ran round and round and round…

And now we are sitting in our new office, waiting for the plane to arrive from Gatwick carrying my artist friend Athena Jane on it…

She has just done another big project, transforming a whole school into a gallery with 400 young people creating art during art week and making a huge mosaic with all of them, as well as 350 pieces of their artwork, that has occupied her time completely. Her deadline was 2pm yesterday when the Bishop  ‘A nice man in pink, who was rather jolly’ arrived  to view the incredible spectacle…

Meanwhile Anadi and I are in our transformed bar of the gin fun, it is now our office. Providing concentrated silence and space…

But we create the space, always the space responds to us, it doesn’t matter whether its an airport or a cafe or a holiday inn express in Espana or Gozo of Inglaterra… What matters  is the space within us, if it is still and quiet then there is no anxiety or need to create the perfect environment; but then of course the environment reflects our inner state and so it goes…

 

 

 

Running Crazy in Valencia…

Anadi and I have just wandered back bathed in blue from above; such a vivid azul that the sky feels touchable, so bright and clear and expansive…

Today we rose rather early as the race start was at 8.30am, and even two days back in the UK had adjusted my body clock somewhat, so it was like a 7.30am start… Early, but fun.

We met with Malcolm in the foyer of the hotel and he guided us to the race start. It is one of the things I love about Running Crazy trips; no planning or finding out needed. Malcolm does it all for us…

And so we made our way with the crowds over the bridge to where the throng of people were gathering… So many people, but I liked it.

I notice so much has changed within me over time. I didn’t used to like standing in a huge crowd; and there was always a vestige of anxiety about the possibility of tripping and falling amongst so many runners all tearing off at once.

We had to be in our pen, 20 minutes before the start, quite a long time to be huddled together…

But I was very relaxed, the sun shone. I enjoyed the music of the Spanish language all around me, and the time till the gun went flew by.

The race itself was a delight. I was glad of my Skinner’s socks as it meant I could concentrate on running fast, without being slowed by any of the metal bits across the road, ouchie stretches or cobbled parts. I was able to just run…

I felt amazing. The pace was comfortable and I crossed the line in 44.31 – and I ran a very unusual way for me; the second 5k was almost 30 seconds faster than the first. I am usually the other way round!

It highlights that long slow distance is a good way of training my body. I have averaged 48 miles a week for 20 weeks and have hardly done any interval training; and the times I have thrown a bit in, have certainly not been at the pace I ran today!

Many of my barefoot miles are very slow distance indeed, as I walk the ouchie bits and only run faster on clear stretches of beach or grass or really flat road.

Anadi and I were chatting about my result as we walked back from the race finish. ‘It’s because you’ve cleared the tension’, he said, ‘it’s created the space for the run to just come out of you…’

And it has. I keep saying that since shedding my shoes, it feels like I have a whole new running career ahead of me; I feel as if the past is nothing to do with me. It is a story I can tell if I am asked, but it has no hold.

The story of our life can be a heavy weight, especially the longer we have been here! But although I can remember it, it feels as if I am shedding everything that I ever associated as  me and in its place is limitless possibility, freedom of expression and love of the moment, my fellow human being, the friends I make at every turn, and carrot cake and coffee! ?

Anadi and I are going to jog around the park now in the late afternoon sun, and take in the energy of this beautiful City. I get to know a place by running it, being in it, breathing it and feeling it.

Today I ran through the history of it; I am not a natural site seer, but I love to be in a place, merge into the energy and experience the place I have landed in.

And what better way than running through it with thousands of other human beings; doing what we love; being in the step!

 

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

Barefoot Across Spain

I woke at 6.30am  with a plan…

I would go to Teide restaurant with my computer, and there I could set the vlog I made with with Jack to upload, while I ran up and down and round about…Surely it would be done in a couple of hours, even though I was outside the building…?

After 45 minutes, only 4% had uploaded!

I gave up that plan and instead ran off down the mountain with the sun rising over the sparkling white snowy hills.

Last night Jack and I had sat on the balcony of my little white house in the evening sun, all signs of the storm having been blown away across the mountain tops. We spoke about our shared love of journeying for the sake of the journey…

Enjoying it more than arriving…

Because there is no where to get to; there is only now, so journeying is in each and every step and the illusion of a destination is fun and allows for our experiences on planet earth… But the more we are in the step, enjoying the adventure unfolding – then paradoxically this orientation brings us fully to the now, and the experience that there is nothing else.

Jack is the mastermind behind my route to run barefoot across Spain and I am delighted that he has spoken about the process he is involved in with Maggie his wife to plot the course… He shares with us in the vlog his love of Spain, his passion for geography, for travelling – how he was influenced as a young person… And he has started to paint a picture of what is ahead of me – for all of us – as I venture into the unknown to run from the North to the South coast of Spain in my bare feet…

I was running along the mountain road and my spirit was soaring, the light was bathing me and the whole mountain in magic, and my heart felt so open to this land that also loves to challenge me and strip me bare, when suddenly I heard a sound.

I turned and below me two little mountain goats were skittering and leaping elegantly across the rocks. They stopped and looked up at me… Two little faces and I loved them so…

‘I love you’ – I whispered and they kept standing, watching me…

I recounted the story to Maricarmen my Spanish teacher later… She was the person who alerted me to the Spanish way of describing a different or eccentric person… ‘Como una cabra’ like a goat… When I finished my tale she said…

‘You were altogether, the three of you…’ and then she and I laughed, but it felt the truth… I was with my two little friends on the mountain side ?

 

The road less travelled…

Today has been a different day, it has felt like I have visited a new uncharted land; as if I have been on a great big journey to discover something very important and that I accomplished my task…

Fortunately I had the foresight to make two vlogs yesterday… Very odd really as I didn’t anticipate the almost complete disappearance of my voice today, although of course, it seems that apparently I did…

I woke up after a good sleep with my mountain lurgy still present, it feels like I am being cleansed and I was reflecting last night that away from any routine to speak of – except that which I create for myself – I am in touch with being but a dot in this vast universe…

I felt a sense of relaxation, in feeling the insignificance of the dot that is me…

And yet when I looked out from my little house on the hill, into the vast night sky, the feeling expanded – soaring into the infinite –  in a recognition of the dot being all that ever is and was….

The time here has unintentionally leant itself to a cleanse, a retreat, silence – I can’t really talk!

And today has the feeling of being a significant day…

I rose and ran a bath, posted my blog/vlog and with an hour and a half to go until Spanish, I decided that I would gently jog and walk there, as it is only just over 7 kilometres away.

The day was overcast and the hills blue… Clouds were hanging low as I paso a paso made my way to Pitres and to Spanish… I had reflected before leaving as to whether my body wanted to make journey, but it assured me that it did…  I am keenly in touch with its messages and it said that a gentle meander would be nice…

My feet of course have minds and a life of their own now, and they were more than happy to take to the road… They are feeling very proud of their increased toughness and ability to withstand miles and miles… They are also getting very dirty here !

I feel the need to find a better scrubbing brush, although they don’t seem to mind their rather wild and feral appearance.

The journey had a magical mystical feel to it, the road wound through the mountains and rose and fell with the day hanging overcast all about –  of course eventually I arrived in Pitres; but I had been happy jogging along my never ending road… No one knowing where I was

I sat on the steps of the church in Pitres watching life go on around me… I imagine I might have looked to be a strange figure, but no one took too much notice of me… Maricarmen arrived and we commenced Spanish, but fortunately in the cafe first as I hadn’t eaten anything…

Because I couldn’t speak much, she read ‘Freddy the leaf’ to me, in Spanish.

I loved it and the magical day felt more so… She has just been on a cleanse herself so she gave me the last of her bottle of ‘cleansing potion’ and I have been boiling water and mixing it with paprika and cucumin all afternoon.

I feel very ‘limpiar’ ed

On the road on the way home, a man stopped on his motorbike on the other side of the road… He called out to me…

‘What are you doing?’ – I stopped and crossed the road to tell him ?

He said later that he thought I might be a ‘nina loca’ in which case I most likely wouldn’t stop – or an endurance runner, in which case I also most likely wouldn’t stop…

But no, I stopped…  It was me; who loves to connect and chat – even though my opening words were to explain my ‘lost voice’…

His name is Clem Cairns, and he is an author and a publisher from Dublin… He has a brother keen on running and so asked me if he could send him a photo  of me and bare feet… They loved it, becoming famous in their own right; my two naked feet…

He went on to tell me of his friend Michael Collins who is an author too, and an awesome ultra runner… Having now read about him a bit I recognise some of my own spirit in how he is described… The four of us – Clem, his brother, Michael and I likely all having something resonant in our spirits – which is why Clem had already noticed me twice ‘on the road’  before he called out to me…

Fellow travellers on the road less travelled…

I made this vlog yesterday – I had the foresight to make two, as my voice today is very vanished !

‘Sixty seconds worth of distance run…’

I am back in my office six miles high again… It seems so long since I was here and yet it was Tuesday and today it is Thursday…

When I was on the treadmill this morning, I was thinking about the 40 hours I had just spent in the UK, treasuring how rich with experience each minute had felt – each one of them filled, as Rudyard Kipling suggests, with ‘sixty seconds worth of distance run…’

‘If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it…’

And I felt a joyous lifting of my spirits… I could see the path expanding, widening before my eyes; I could see a limitless vista stretching like a huge verdant playground in front of me…

Over the years the voices that have said ‘No’, that have said ‘Not allowed’, that said ‘Why you, why should you have fun and enjoy life when other’s aren’t…?’

All these energies are gone, the voices have stopped shouting, they don’t even whisper now, and instead I understand the importance of each one of us clearing the sadness, the pain and blocks, the limiting energy that holds us in check, reins us back, crushes our spirit and silences our song… So that we can have fun and live fully…

So that we can feel the joyous truth of freedom, love, and acceptance of ourselves…

I have come to see the universe as a big huge amazing mass of moving energy, and if we look all around us, and we look closely we will see ourselves in the hall of mirrors; how we glint and shine back at everything and everyone… The biggest gift we can give ourselves and the world is to be free; to be our truest brightest selves, joyous delighted to be alive, shining our light so that others may light up too…

As Anadi and I left the theatre yesterday, we were reflecting how one of the key messages we heard in the show, was to be ourselves…

As Oscar Wilde said

“be yourself, everyone else is taken…’

To trust that this is what we must do and to accept one another…

But, we were also exploring how hard this seems to be on this planet… How it seems to be the hugest piece of work that we have all come to work through over lifetimes…

How the environment on planet earth doesn’t always lend itself to free expression…

How much we judge, perhaps because we are judging ourselves even if this is unconscious and so projected outwards…. Or perhaps our mind is made up, stuck, because this is what we have been taught; to think in a certain way … It is ignorance and a lack of understanding or ability to cross the bridge into the world of another, to really walk a mile or ten in their shoes; to feel what it is like to be wholly as them – with every emotion, feeling experience that the person has ever had within them; to feel it for this mile or ten…

It does often take really experiencing something unexpected or behaving in a way that is ‘not me’ to truly understand another….

But what huge shifts occur, when we do it as a practice anyway, always….

Later :

It was wonderful driving out of the airport and seeing Spain again… I remembered how much I love her and that I had missed her… But because I love England so much, I feel the same way with her…

So the answer?

To always fully enjoy being where I am…

 

 

Let the fiesta commence

Friday evening…

I have had a short illness…!

I am now just about to go out to eat, and I am dreaming about a tagine of vegetables and couscous…
I woke in the night with a churny upset tummy and then my body burned all night and has burned all day too…

I got out of bed, and went to walk on the beach with Anadi and walked in the surf and felt better… And then I ate a little bit of breakfast – I love the breakfast space here, a bright blue room, with vases of flowers on the tables… And from its cupboards and fridges flow plenty. The energy of the room is one of openhearted generosity… Fatima loves to look after people, and she brings us delicious moroccan flat breads and honey, corn cakes and eggs – which I couldn’t face today – I nibbled on the corn cakes and flat breads with fig jam and and then went out onto the roof with the cats.

I didn’t do much, the cats gathered around me and I sat under the shade of a little woven umbrella and I appreciated the lazy energy of the stretched out cats, the sunny shade… The weakness in my body, meaning that all I could do was sit and stare…

Illness can be such a quiet place of contemplation and letting go; I could feel my body starting to burn again and asking to lie down… And so I took the lead from the lying down cats and I went to bed; all afternoon I slept and my body burned away whatever was being burned away…

it doesn’t really matter what is leaving, but fever has a good way of clearing out, burning up, so that then the new emerges like the Phoenix rising from the ashes…

And now my temperature is leaving, I have showered and I am hungry…

The life force rising again… An appetite for life returning out of the clearing away.

Saturday morning…

Illness in the body can provide the space for understanding, and a deeper letting go, when we are stopped in our tracks.

In that space if we allow ourselves to surrender, we can recognise that something has emerged into the physical plane and the space of stopping can allow it to be cleared away…

It wasn’t surprising to me that having made the commitment not just to myself – but to everyone else – to run across Spain barefoot, that I should immediately on day one of ‘setting off’ stop in my tracks.

Fear arising to be clearing and burned up…

Historically I was always a very good ‘manifester’… A ‘maker happener…’ However what I ‘made happen’ wasn’t always good for me; it came from ‘wanting something’, rather than waiting and listening to my heart and soul’s calling…  And the difficult side of it, was the unravelling of what I had started to create, or created and the disappointing others who had come along too…

And then one night some years ago now, I was woken in the night. it was 3am in the morning and a voice said to me ‘Be very sure before you decide on a course of action, as others will follow…’

And so I became very conscious and much more still and aware, and stopped ‘trying’ to create anything… I shifted position and waited longer before deciding on a course of action… This served me well and has lead me to a clearer quieter wiser space…

And so now that I have decided on a direction, I am confident that I can trust it… And I delight already in witnessing that others already are following…

And a big celebratory party is in the making… One of joining together, of companionship, love, connection and fun on the roads through Spain…

And now that I have burned away the fear! Let the fiesta commence… 🙂

‘To thine own self be true…’

I have just posted ‘El Plan‘ on Facebook… The plan that I believe will need more than a little of ‘La locura contagiosa’ to bring it to pass… Maggie – my planner in chief – and I, have just had our first meeting on Skype… As I went to press send on my announcement, I felt a slight feeling of hesitation and nervousness rise inside me…

And then I pressed the button…

And so that is it… ‘El plan’, is to run without shoes, from the North coast of Spain to the South… I think its about 1000 kilometres, but Jack, Maggie’s husband is plotting a route, so all will be revealed…

I am going to run to raise money for the Friends of Sussex Hospices… There are twelve hospices and FSH raises money and awareness of the invaluable services they provide for their communities.

I have been aware of death all of my life, right from the age of two and a half when our dog Judy died on the same day that my little sister Rosy was born; one life ending as another was just beginning…

Our mother died when Rosy was only fourteen and I was sixteen, and so we came face to face with the inevitability of the end of life at a young age…

I have worked in the lives of others all of my life, in the capacity of coach, counsellor, healer, teacher… In essence helping people with whatever they needed help with, and supporting them in learning to live fully –  as themselves – letting go of anything that was preventing this.

When we die, we let go of everything on this earthly plane, and the more awareness we have of this, the more likely we are to live in a way that is true to us… To be ourselves wholly and completely and to embrace this life journey.

To live it well, and freely, so that we may die well too…

Bronnie Ware an Australian palliative nurse,  through her own experience of working closely with those at the end of their lives, has brought awareness to the major regrets people face as they leave their bodies…

Number one, is the desire that they had been more true to themselves and not tried to live up to the expectations of others…

I would go as far to say that this is my own life’s work… To learn to live this way, and to encourage and support others in letting go of anything preventing them from living true to themselves…

The four other regrets were, a wish that they hadn’t worked as hard, a wish they had had the courage to express their feelings, a wish they had stayed in touch with their friends and a wish that they had let themselves be happier…

My sense is that if we let go of anything within us that doesn’t love us, and so set ourselves free to be who we truly are… Then the other four wishes happen quite naturally….

And so I will finish with the words spoken by Polonius in Shakespeare’s Hamlet

This above all : to thine own self be true
And it must follow, as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man…

My page telling about El plan is here 

Thank you again Nick Miles for the fabulous photos of my footsteps.. !

Journeying far…

We woke to a grey blowy day and I stepped out into a land of green grey; Dorset stone rising around me; grey slippy pavement beneath my bare feet…

feeling the energy of the earth beneath my soles, I ran down the road to the beach. The squawking seagulls circled around the empty space, sweeping low over the grey blue sea, which blended and matched the sky. The wind blustery, the air full of rain – the jurassic coast stretching craggily above me, a somewhat menacing feel to it in this light… Raw beauty.

I set off along the wet sand; cold warm sea lapping over my toes… As I weaved my way through the stones and the groins, the tide was already starting to turn and make its way up the beach…

The joy of contrast, variety – such a change from sunny Spain – great for the soul – the experience of treading barefoot on this multifaceted planet…

I met two other women also running along the beach… We padded companionably past one another… I ran back again along the sand to gain some extra kilometres and one of the women was standing still, stretching her arms out delightedly into the rainy air… She started to run again and as we passed one another for the second time, she expressed interest in the barefoot running, ‘Perhaps I should try that…?’ We stopped and talked awhile, the rain growing heavier, the wind blowing the seagulls about in smooth sweeping gliders joy…

The delight of feeling the earth beneath my feet, the rain on my skin…

Back to breakfast of scrambled egg, fruit and coffee; full English for Anadi… Our Spanish tostada and olive oil already a distant dim memory of another life…

Later we braved the rain for lunch in a cafe – and because of the need to find a laundrette…! Pouring rain now, splashy puddle barefoot fun.

My feet attract less attention here, in this hippy shamanic witchy land of ley lines and energy; a place – I was told over lunch – that attracts folk to heal and feel the energy of the earth, to connect with the stones and crystals and join together… As well as being a holiday destination, the beach so near, holiday makers wandering as I wandered too with less focus on my naked feet…

In the cafe my foot jewels were admired, and one man told me of a client of his who lives in Cornwall… He is a podiatrist called Stephen Bloor who used to give his patients insoles but now he lives barefoot himself, and so teaches them to strengthen their feet, as well as using insoles as part of the support and help when necessary, but more as a corrective aid for as long as each individual needs – of course this can be indefinitely for some…

But himself, he loves to be barefoot…

Seventeen years ago, I spent a lot of time ( and money 🙂  getting custom made orthotics to help my chronic injury and I remember at the time resolving to find my way to support myself again… I figured that if my feet had once been strong enough to carry me pain free through an active running life, then they could do it again…

But I also saw the value of getting support while I remembered and re learnt how to support myself… This is the key in any help we give or get… To remember that when we give, we are giving someone the energy and tools to do it by themselves; and the same when we get support and help. It is so that we can do it by ourself…

This orientation means that we are more whole, and so when we join together to create projects, make music, businesses, marriages, families we create synergy and build energy together, rather than drain one another and reduce energy…

I have described this before as creating ‘capital H’ relationships rather than ‘capital A…’ If you think of the letters as two people; then when one walks away in a capital H, both are still standing… It is a very different story with the capital A…

If one walks away, both topple…

I enjoyed the conversation about bare feet and Stephen Bloor, a fellow barefoot being in Cornwall, in the lovely cafe with steamy windows, the sound of the rain outside and a counter with an array of delicious home made cakes…

As I journey, it seems evident that the road my feet are taking is supported all the way; the kindred spirits appearing at each bend in the road…

And last week an idea formed within me… My feet spoke to me…

‘Lets run down the length of Spain next year… Let’s run from North to South; it would be fun… To see if we can, journey this far, this barefoot way – on the land where we are learning the language from the soles up…

‘This souls Journey, on our free strong soles will be fun, please let’s do this thing…’

And so I said… ‘Yes’; of course I did, it can’t be any other way… My feet know the plan, and I must follow!

There is no such thing as a coincidence…

I returned from my intervals on the beach yesterday morning  and Anadi and I wandered through the pueblo to sit and enjoy our customary Spanish breakfast of tostados y aceite y tomate y cafe con leche…

We decided over breakfast to go on an ‘outing’ to explore Medina Sedonia…

When I first started to learn Spanish Maricarmen told me where she was born… Part of the conversational style of her teaching involves questions and answers, and in the early days they were about our lives… Where do you live? Where were you born? How old are you? What is your name? Are you married? Do you have children…?

And so during this process I gathered that Maricarmen was born in Medina Sedonia, and that it was a long way away from Pitres; I gave the matter no more attention…

And yet the swirls of energy and the magnetic processes that are occurring between us all, mean that our lives unfold in mysterious and magical ways…

And as Maricarmen said to me when I told her of my visit to the land of her birth… ‘There is no such thing as a coincidence…’

The more conscious we are, the more we can watch and notice these fascinating scenes playing out in our lives… We can be witness to it, as we live it, breathe it, enjoy it, play it to the full; whilst staying in the centre, the still point within, and so be the observer too…

This way can then consciously flow with the unfolding, delight in its symmetry and beauty… Or consciously work through a pattern, if the magnetic process is whirling us through a familiar cycle we would prefer to move on from…

In the case of finding myself drawn – by the promise of running on a long beach – to be staying near the birth place of Maricarmen, I felt it warranted a visit… To tread on the streets and the grey slate stones she played on as a child… To feel the energy of the beautiful town; to climb up a flight of steps with an orange tree planted almost at the top, and then continue higher, much higher up a steep winding path to the castle (which was closed 🙂

To then wander inside the crumbling walls of the old Medina high above the town, and eat on a terrace looking out over a limitless vista of breath taking views… To enjoy the ambience and beauty of this place, steeped in the energy of many lifetimes, and to wonder if I too may have stopped here awhile in a former life.

Maricarmen believes I have been Spanish in another life… I am encouraged by this… I must therefore – I figure – be able to remember how to speak my own language!

We drove ‘home’ speeding along the empty roads, with acres of dusty brown green beauty, etched in with fields of drying sunflowers, stretching as far as the eye could see… I gazed and wondered at the wind turbines, majestic, tall, slender beauty…

Engineering genius standing in harmony with the natural land… Modern man and nature collaborating to generate energy…

When we act with the spirit of co-operation and collaboration, possibilities and dreams can become manifest in limitless ways… The more we work to balance within ourselves and to cease any inner wars, then we see there is no ‘competition’. There is only the possibility of something much greater when we recognise our own skills… But also where we need the skills and energy of others… When we join together to make something more than before, then we see the wonderful possibility for creation within the spaces between us all…

Where ideas, talents, skills, art and creativity all blend and mix to make something new that couldn’t have happened before…