‘Occasionally stumble over the truth…’

Anadi and I ran together for a last run on our endless beach…

The playa with a timeless feel to it, so easy to cover the miles… Today we spotted six other barefoot runners, brown bodies, brown feet blending with the landscape; and as we ran we watched the beach get busier, the surfers starting to surf, children racing around, squealing with delight… More and more beach dwellers treading across the slats of the long wooden bridge like the march of the penguins…

Arriving as we left..

After breakfast we drove three hours to Malaga; and here we are.

I have been on an explore and I found the beach; landing on it feeling rather like an alien… Loving the atmosphere of this urban seaside town, sunny bright noisy, cars, people, tall palm trees reaching high into the sky; beside buildings, restaurants… A ferris wheel spinning slowly round; it’s chairs swinging in precarious joy beside a cruise ship…

So much life, living…

Everywhere we go, people; so many people and activity and movement, all around us living their lives…

As we live ours…

Each of our lives, unique, moving changing, whirling through lifetimes around and around we go on this merry go round of energy…

Standing on the beach amidst it all, it was like I was invisible… It felt like I had turned on the channel to ‘Malaga beach on Tuesday evening…’ and was watching it alone in my room… The play of life living itself out…

We dined later, in a bar on the pavement by the sea – it was 10pm and we reflected how again we have crept later and later into Spanish time; not going to sleep til 1pm; breakfast after running at 11ish, lunch at 4pm, dinner at 10pm…

Flowing with the ways of the land, the energy of the people.

We tried to go to bed a bit earlier as I had an early morning running plan, but it was still half past midnight when we turned out the lights…

Wednesday…

Despite the short night I felt good running along the red stone promenade as day dawned… The sun rising warmly over the hills of Malaga…

I am now completely at ease in my bare feet wherever I am; both in terms of the strength they have gained that makes running a joy; interestingly easier to run on the stone slabs again instead of the sand!

And I don’t mind at all when people look; not a bit…

How easy it is to adapt to new things… To stretch and after a while find something that felt uncomfortable before, has becomes the norm, easy… A part of our natural way of living…

I reflected of course that this works both ways; the yin to the yang… How  a habit of say drinking a bottle of whisky each day doesn’t usually happen in one fell swoop, or a packet or two of cigarettes didn’t start all at once… Or working too hard, at the expense of other aspects of life, like health, relationship, joy…

Or not talking about important things with a partner… When the initial promise in the glow of the romantic delightful first stages of love, was to share everything – even the difficult stuff… And then to find that when the difficult stuff arises, instead of sharing and working it out, there is a ‘hope’ it will go away by itself, then silence and squirming – for awhile – until it becomes normal… To not speak, to not share…

Instead what is normal is to eat and drink more than before, to work to excess, to hide from our truth… These things might have felt uncomfortable at first, but now are the norm…

It is the same process when stretching to grow, to become all that we can… To open to the new, the bright, brilliant and true.

It might be hard to say those words first to a loved one, that you fear won’t be well received, or to make a different choice in a restaurant; to stretch to the new…

Or in my case to walk out into the throng with my feet bare, only my sparkling blue jewels adorning them and to feel exposed, naked, seeing people looking, sometimes saying a few words to each other… Not liking the attention my bare feet drew…

But I am now used to it… Its easy and comfortable… My barefoot journey has taken its time, but step by step it’s leading me home…

Stretching to grow is about a deeper listening; below the influences of parents society culture what others might think… We can all tune deeply into our inner voice if we choose…

But even on hearing an inner truth, many choose not to listen, or choose not to act…. Fearing chaos, anarchy, disapproval rejection, wild freedom, loss, the unknown ahead…. So instead they reject it – and themselves in the process – preferring to live without their own truth…

As Winston Churchill said… ‘Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened…’

 

 

The rock remains…

I finished my run today by racing up the steps to the Penon del Santo, the largest and tallest of three rocks that divide the two main beaches here in Almuñécar…

The stone that has been there for years and years and years… The rock remains and stands here now, whatever wars and fights the human beings had, whatever dispute and discord in the name of finding harmony, peace, freedom; the stone stood still.

While we are experiencing life in this universe of polarity, the wars and disputes, the light and dark, the peace and discord will remain. It cannot be any other way.

So as the light gets lighter, the dark gets darker in equal measures. Yin and yang energy reveal this to us; it is how we are experiencing ourselves here.

But…

There is a place beyond this battle. There is a place beyond this duality.

Even knowing this can make more sense to the madness we often witness here on earth; the chaos, the swing between love and hate.

True love is beyond this, true love cannot swing. True love is silence, it is stillness and like the rock I raced up today, it remains.

It is always there whatever is going on on the outer realms… Whatever ups and downs, joy and sadness, war and peace… Beyond this place there is an infinite and ever continuing stillness, and silence which the rock can teach us all about.

This is why being in nature can give us so much. The silence behind and beyond the movement, the sounds. As we run or walk or sit and rest on grass, up rocks, under trees, in the rain and the sun, the snow; the darkness and the light… If we listen there is silence. Stillness in the movement, the noise, the changing forms.
Nature adheres to the natural laws, of yin and yang. But, if we stand in a storm, or under the bright sun; or dive into the sea so blue… These experiences can allow us to know that place beyond, that is deep within us all.

We are all born of love, consciousness, god, whatever word we want to use and so at the centre of everything is the silence within.

There is a quote I like by Christian Scientist Mary Baker Eddy

‘God is at once the centre and circumference of being’… In my own experience I edit these words to ‘Silence is at once the centre and circumference of being…’ pointing to the infinite and limitlessness of truth, silence, pure love of which we are all born…

Yesterday Anadi and I went for an evening swim off the shores of our naked beach, which perhaps unsurprisingly on a very hot Spanish summers eve, was full of naked beings!

We arrived, and it was like entering another world… Having run along the prom, with the beach beside us all colourful with sun shade umbrellas and people in bright wear; we arrived at our sandy beach where nut brown naked bodies were lying, swimming, sitting…

Even a couple, in the shade of a rock – quite discreetly – making gentle love under their towel…!