Being ourselves….

Today I collected my little blue shoes from our address at Gatwick where we get things sent, and we hire office space if we need… My ‘shoes’ are my turquoise barefoot jewels. I love them… My perfect colour.

I was once told that the colour and expression of the healing energy that comes out of me is turquoise… ‘You have turquoise gills’ the lady who ‘saw’ said…

I popped into the loo whilst we were at the Gatwick office, and as I was washing my hands another lady appeared and started to wash her hands too…

‘Shoe shine…’ she laughed, ‘this is a truly amazing bathroom, it has everything…’

And sure enough near to the hairspray and tampons was a pot of ‘shoe shine’ – she walked out and I smiled at this particular scene in the play called ‘life’ unfolding…

Shoe shine and me have never really gone together… My Dad was very keen on shiny shoes. We had a ‘shoe cleaning kit’ under the sink in the kitchen which I would reluctantly get out on a Sunday evening, to make my school shoes shine to the required level!

No shoe shine needed now 🙂

I then made my way across the airport, making my way to meet my friend Wends at Covent Garden.

My feet did feel more exposed than usual… No –  that isn’t accurate; my feet were as happy as anything.

They are the boss now… It was me that needed to stretch out of the slight  discomfort I felt… I knew it was important that I did clear any feelings of ‘shyness’ that I would be ‘looked at’…

Because there is a deep knowing in me that my feet know the way better than I do right now and that I must keep following them up along road, wherever it might be leading…

As I approached Gatwick station, a young woman came towards me, on the front of her T shirt in big letters was written…

“Do what you love…’

The discomfort cleared away… I ran down the steps and leapt aboard the train to London town.

I then proceeded to do a lot of running around in the underground, up and down escalators… There was a problem with the Victoria line, so I needed to find my way to Covent Garden via a longer route…

I arrived at my destination, took the 193 steps up, rather than the lift as the crowds meant it looked the swifter way… Listening as I climbed to the announcement counselling us that these steps must only be taken if fit enough, as they are equivalent to 15 storeys… I emerged to mingle with the crowds again,  ran past the street performers and human statues, and into the halls of Covent Garden, down the steps past the street musicians, in the Crusting pipe and there was Wends waiting for me…

As I had been making my way to her, I had an insight into me…

‘Wends I have had an insight…’ I announced after we had greeted one another with a ‘hello hug’… ‘I realise that wandering around in my bare feet is a bit different to the norm… But I am not doing it to be different. I am honouring fully who I am, and allowing myself to be me… And if that is different, I am prepared to be more visible in who I am than ever before…’

‘It’s always been you Ju…’ Wends replied. ‘Being yourself is all that you must be…’

 

Then we went out into the streets and made a vlog together! 🙂