Our reflection, reflected… Bouncing back and forth…

Today Jane and I had a very happy day, mainly spent in the laundrette…

We had started the day again on a very wild and windy Woolacombe beach, and come gratefully home to the delicious Score Valley House Hotel breakfast, where we had a lot of fun showing Paul and Donna – our hosts – the vlog ( featured here) that we had just made…

I then had a very enjoyable Spanish lesson with Maricarmen where we read – en Español – a story about a stag…

…He was a thirsty stag and so he went down to a pool to drink… In the pool he saw his reflection and he admired his beautiful antlers… But he didn’t like his legs at all, he thought that they looked thin and weak… A lion then approached and so the stag ran away… At first they were in open terrain and so the stag was running very fast away from the lion and keeping his distance… But then they reached the forest, and the stag’s antlers got caught in the branches of the trees… A few seconds later the lion caught up with the stag…!

We then looked at a proverb associated with tale… ‘Dime de qué presumes y te diré de qué careces….’ Which translated says…’Tell me what you boast, and I will tell you what you lack…’

A tale of a stag looking at his reflection, which offers us the chance to reflect on areas in our life where we might be stuck through our reliance on things outside us; which can point an arrow to areas of ‘lack’ within us… Reflected in these things we are attached to outside of ourselves… Investigation into our attachment to or need of these things can offer us the possibility of growth… Our reflection shimmering everywhere we look around us, bouncing back and forth…

It is good practise to listen to what we say always…

In our conversations we can hear ourselves, and see the places we are more identified with… This can be in terms of our career, our hobbies, our sport, our relationships, our children, grandchildren… Noticing any area we are ‘boasting’ or speaking about a lot, is valuable to reflect on whether this is to gain a chimera of safety or security and so cover up our fear or insecurity in areas within us where we do not feel whole…

I love my Spanish lessons, because it is a journey which is about so much more than learning a foreign language…

Today Maricarmen also taught me a phrase which she said was, ‘in effect’ the Spanish for ‘Absolutely’… She has noticed I say it a lot in recognition of what another is saying, and a direct translation to ‘absolutamente’, is not what Spanish people would say colloquially…

‘Ya te digo…’ Is very Spanish, Maricarmen said, and so it my new response… ‘It will suit you to say that’ she continued… ‘I will like hearing you use that phrase…’ And so I have been practising with Jane today…

And we have a lot of time to practise… ! As I have already said,  our day has been mainly spent in the laundrette…

There is a very long story as to why this has been so, but in short, it was to do with accidentally putting a machine onto a cold wash, then there not being enough – if any – washing powder in the machines, which said they already had it in; so washing the clothes ‘again’ with extra soap suds in; and then putting money in the drier which started another person’s clothes going round again (because we’d put the money in the wrong slot 🙂 … All in all, three hours and three washes later, three times extending the car park tickets – much laughter and lots of chat, where the only thing lacking was a cup of coffee and a cream tea… We emerged to carry on with our plan to go to the museum boasting pickled bats which we were looking forward to seeing…

We were hungry though, so more chatting time over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake meant we arrived at the museum two minutes after it closed…

So we tumbled back into the car and drove to Berrynarbour which my sister in law Haze had suggested we visit; a place rich with beautiful childhood memories for her, and a stunning drive for us along the beautiful craggy coast line which brought us into the idyllic village with white painted houses and an abundance of colourful flowers…

The moral to our tale, is to simply to enjoy ‘what is’, to be where we are, fully and wholly embrace the experience as there is only this moment… Jane and I had the most delightful and rich experience in the laundrette in Ilfracombe, all for a mere £26 🙂

 

Cream tea quest…

Supporting Josie in her quest to ‘not do an ironman’ is proving to be a very serious endurance experience for Jane and I… So far we have completed day two of our ‘cream tea eating challenge’, and we have returned home proud of the achievement, if not a little exhausted from the effort…!

Yesterday we took our tea in Croyde bay… Today we ventured further along the coast to Saunton Sands…  We thought of Andrew who is our friend, and a member of our triad, the ‘Gold and silver’ writing group. We formed about twelve years ago – or maybe more – and for some years we met once a week to share our writing… It was a very special period of time.. In truth you might be forgiven for mistaking our writing group for three friends meeting up for a very animated and chatty lunch…

Andrew loves to surf and Saunton sands is one of his favourite places… So today we enjoyed looking out over the wild rainy wet sands, from indoors while we ate our tea, imagining him zooming in on the waves…

There are places on the planet where many of us have trod, we have run along the beaches, surfed in the waves, shared experiences whether together or at different times… And we are linked by the memories, the love of the sea and the sand, the sound of the squawking gulls and the delight of biting into a scone, thick with clotted cream and jam…

We holidayed in Devon and Cornwall as a family, and my Mother’s love of a cream tea was a complete mystery to me… I wanted to be racing about and swimming; boring old cream teas…!

And so she and my father would leave Rosy and I in the pool at the hotel we were staying in, and drive off – just as Jane and I did today – in search of the perfect cream tea experience…

So now I understand… 🙂 And although my mother has been gone for many many years, I smile at her presence, as I sit enjoying the thing she loved – and so she lives on, within the enjoyment of a cream tea…

The energy of those who have passed, lives on in our memories of them… The play of illusion, of no time separating us; the play of life and death, means that over forty years on, I can sit with Jane over a cream tea and laugh and enjoy, and my mother is there too, because now I can embrace and share her love, her enjoyment… There is no separation, no time…

By being fully in the here and now, the memories cease to hold us back, or to keep us sad or stuck… Instead they can fill us with life, laughter, the joy of love and connection…

We did start the day in energetic fashion…  The three of us went for an early run on a very blowy Woolacombe beach… The sand whipped across the vast sandy acres, empty except for one lone soul… A few more runners appeared as we ran, and two horses danced in circles… Wild grey cloudy beach beauty, and as we ran back along our morning playground the wind pushed us to run faster and faster and faster, and Anadi and I raced barefoot across the expanse towards the tiny image of Jane sitting on the rocks,…

A joyous start to a joyous day….