Human beings, being together….

A man is sitting at my table with me… He is happily writing postcards and drinking a fanta limon.

He arrived, pulled a chair over and said something about not wanting to take up too many tables… There was not another table in use at the time.

But we have settled in together now.

I have adjusted to my silent companion opposite me, I was welcoming of his presence, but I have not encouraged any conversation, and he has made no attempt to engage in any either… So we sit together, looking like friends or partners who have known one another a long time, at ease in one another’s silence… He writes his post cards and I my articles.

Space, what a funny thing it is…

On a tube train in London, we will stand squashed close to another and it feels quite natural. It is what we do when in London at rush hour, or holiday times on a train or at festivals and concerts; football games. At the theatre or on a plane, in a cinema, we sit next to another, the distance organised and expected… Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don’t…

But the space is accepted, we know the deal…

Sitting at my table, just across from me, when we do not know one another has taken a little adjustment, but I am there… I have adjusted. But I am more keenly aware of his energy in a way that I would not be so on a train or a plane.

I can sense him and know is there, a kindly presence, a little like my fathers’ interestingly… A strong male energy.

A woman appeared after awhile… My companion stood up, put his red hat on, he turned politely to me ‘I have to go back to my own wife now…’

And there they are, sitting just as we did…. He is still writing his cards, she is doing something on her phone…

Human beings, being together…

Our energy is making up a part of this whole hologram, of light and dark… It is tangible, can be seen and felt by others, whether consciously or unconsciously… Therefore being aware of our own energy, it’s impact and influence, being responsible for it all the time, is respectful to others in this illusion that there is another!

Today I set off alone, into another glorious midsummer morning… I wandered out into the street, early again. the roads quiet. I jogged up to my man who collects euros… Part of my routine now, and his until I am gone.

I ran along past the restaurants and down onto the beach, along the shore and back up to the base of the steps that lead all the way up to El peñón del Santo, which is the tallest of three rocks (peñóns!) that form a natural barrier between the two beaches here, playa del Mar and playa San Cristóbal.

El peñón del santo was once the site of an ancient shrine and there is a cross on the top to commemorate the defeat of the Arabs and the surrender of Almuñécar in 1489 during the Catholic reconquest of Spain.

And today, people walk or run to the top to admire the wondrous views… Another runner was doing the same as me, running up and down!

Two women were engaged in a shiatsu, yoga type of activity on the top…   I ran the route 7 times, passing walkers as I ran  – a little  white and brown cat prowling about…

All of us practicing our different ways to meditate on the move…
Human beings and cat beings, being together….