Let them eat cake…

Anadi and I arrived in Teguise for breakfast, a beautiful white light picturesque town…

I particularly love the shops there, full of bright vibrant clothes; they call to me and I feel I could buy them all.. The fun of colour – the explosion in a paint factory energy within me, means that even passing them resonates with something inside and I feel joyous; similar to hearing a song that I love, or seeing a beautiful view – or eating delicious food… Like the hugest moistest piece of carrot cake ever…

We made our way to a restaurant we have enjoyed eating in before… The notice outside said open every day 10am – 11pm… It was 11.15am, so we wandered in optimistically, but we were told that the kitchen was closed and that we could only have deserts or bread and oil…

‘Let them eat cake…’

We chose the desert option, which is how my post 18 kilometre run re fuelling came to be cafe con leche and carrot cake… Estupendo ?

Our waitress wasn’t very willing to smile or be friendly at first… But we didn’t mind and I game fully continued with my Spanish conversation… Suddenly the energy changed completely and she was acting as if we were old friends – even to the extent that when I booked us in for dinner on Saturday night and she ran after us as we left, to ask my name… When I suggested giving her my phone number too, but she wasn’t worried to take that…

She smiled and touched my arm, the original slightly terse grumpy energy transformed…

Staying still when energy is changing all around us takes practise… Neither being overly affected by either spectrum, but remaining as still, clear, and as open as possible within all interactions and within all experiences is a day by day journey and practice.

Remembering that nothing is personal, not even the ‘being nice’ energy. All that is occurring outside us is a reflection of us in some way, but it is only to be addressed or cleared if we react and ‘take it personally’.

There will have been something resonate energetically with Anadi, me and our waitress today, or else we would not have connected and danced a jig on the stage of life… But who knows what that might be?

It could be a brief re encounter with someone in a past life, and the karmic debt being addressed and re dressed. it could be that we were all emotionally fending for ourselves aged sixteen… We know not…

But we do know that it is our responsibility to reflect on our part, our position and to keep our energy clear…

clean mirror for us to reflect and be reflected in.