Breathe in existence…

Yesterday morning I left Anadi working and I ran to the track; I then proceeded to run around it twelve times… I stretched out and ran faster for 200m and then slower for 100 meters, then faster again, round and around I ran in this fashion…. I loved it.

The sun shone and the track felt familiar under my bare feet… How many times have a I circled around a track, 400 metres in distance? It feels like lifetimes and yet still I am drawn back to running around and around and around…

What a funny thing to do!

Especially in bare feet it seems… Two other women arrived while I ran, and they ran too; one of them asked me about my bare feet as I left…

‘Me gusta’ I said 🙂 I like it… And I do.

I like running with bare feet, and I like living without any shoes. I like feeling the hot pavement beneath my feet, or the ground wet with rain and dew.

When we climbed down from the road to the beach this morning, I said to Anadi, ‘I so love the feeling of the sand, the pebbles, the sea on my feet… ‘Yes’ he replied. ‘while we are in a body, we might as well really appreciate the feelings, the sensations…’

I also like swimming without any clothes, and last night as we sat under a warm low evening sun, eating delicious paella, we spoke with a man who is staying here too… We had seen him a few time that day, so he stopped by our table to talk; he told he has been a nomad too.. .’Well ‘I’m still a nomad really’ he continued, ‘but I’m here working with property’ – ‘I’d guessed that’ I said… ‘Oh no, I hope I don’t look like an estate agent’ he laughed… He then told us how he runs along to the rocks at the end, and takes a skinny dip…

‘Ah, kindred spirits ‘I laughed now…

So this morning Anadi and I were on our way to the rocks, to find this place to swim bare bottomed and free… But before we had found the rocks, we found a beach. There were a few people there already… Very soon we realised that most of these people were naked; brown all over, walking about, sitting, lying on the pebbles.

We whipped off our clothes… The sun warmed our bodies and the turquoise golden lit mediterranean sea, embraced us warmly with her chilly silken touch as we dived in; freedom in the body, the elements, sun sea naked joy…

What begun as a barefoot running meditation on the move, transformed into a bare bottomed swimming meditation – to sunny silence, lying on the glorious hot stones…. Life a meditation. I was reminded of these words spoken by Osho …

The fish in the sea is not thirsty’, observes Osho, ‘but man is. Man lives in existence, and is absolutely unaware of it. Man is born in existence, breathes in existence. Man is godliness, made of the stuff called God, and yet completely oblivious of the fact.’

And so we can learn from the fish… We can become aware of it…

We can be aware of living in existence, that we breathe in existence….