Perhaps I am a hippy…!

We arrived in Covent Garden, just as the naked cyclists rode by!

We were running across the concourse to make sure we didn’t miss them, and one of the street performers called out to Anadi and I, in a good natured fashion, ‘Run hippies…’ I laughed… ‘I have never been called a hippy before…’

But perhaps I am a hippy?

I have just looked up a definition of hippy and this is what it said… ‘Someone who has a bright outlook on life and cares about the world instead of trying to ruin it…’

Perhaps I am a hippy…

Maybe it was my bare feet, that made him think of me thus… With their now pretty bits of cloth wrapped around them! I cross them over my big toe, around my ankle, back under the arch and hey presto… !

Or perhaps it is my slightly wild hair from swimming in the Lido in Hyde Park…

Anadi and I ran there together today…

Three weeks ago our plan to do this was thwarted due to the malaise and subsequent  death of his computer; so I ran and swam in the Serpentine alone… But today we ran together on this glorious English summer’s day… And to make our experience extra special, a colourful, bright parade of pomp and regal shiny splendour, made its way in celebration of the Queens birthday right beside us…

We ran on the Oh so green grass, which was gentle music to my feet… They appreciated the springy warmth, the change of land; they loved it and danced on their run, in the sun, so joyous, alive, free and brown…!

And then into the Serpentine we dipped, and swum with the ducks, and geese, the dirty earth beneath us, weed and silt; but the water so clean and sparkly fresh cold…

It was a sudden decision to do this…

We were not due to come back to England until Sunday afternoon, but a weekend in London called us, and so with ease we changed our flights and here we are.

We arrived yesterday evening, and I immediately made my way into central London for an impromptu meet up with Athena Jane… As I crossed the station at Victoria, I had an idea… I flew into ‘Accessorise’ and bought two thin scarves with sparkly bits on them, to make into my bare feet decoration!

Jane and I had lots of fun working out how these bits of material might serve me in this increasingly barefoot journey…

My feet are in charge, I can see this now!

They keep taking me a step further towards the freedom they desire. Our bodies know. There is no rush… I never would have thought a year ago, that I would be wandering around our capital City in my bare feet…

An as we walked along these smooth streets, warm and grey, I heard these words come from me… ‘I could run a marathon here, these roads are wonderful, kind and smooth…’

So we will see…

I certainly do not plan that at the moment that is for sure! But I am always interested in the words that seem to come from nowhere…

We have been to the theatre too…

Enraptured for three hours by a truly wonderful performance… ‘Love in Idleness…’ I so enjoy the theatre. I was brought up on it. My Mother loved it and I had an idea at one time, that I would be in that world, as a director, writer, some such thing…

I don’t think that now, I just love going… Wondering at the focus, the commitment to being so fully engaged in their art and we are there too, fully in the unfolding on the stage…

Being fully engaged, committed and focused on our own stage of our life… The mirror of what we saw today, the ‘play of our own life’ is unfolding in this moment… The more we are engaged with it, focused and present to the moment the more we can watch its unfolding, enraptured and in wonder at this gift of life…