Being who we are…

I have just checked out on the map exactly where I am!

Maricarmen asked me this question today in my Spanish lesson… ‘I’m not totally sure..’ I replied laughing… ‘In Turkey, Manavgat; beside a really long beach…’

I have now found out that we are on the South Coast and the beach goes on and on and on, it looks for 7 miles, but it seems to never end and could possibly continue for 70…

It is a long beach.

I chose this location for the possibility of miles and miles running barefoot along the shoreline…

I plan to rise early tomorrow before the heat and people arrive. Sunrise is at 5.35am. so I will let you know… 🙂

Today has unfolded with a breakfast of tomatoes, onions and feta cheese, my Spanish lesson, and as yet no running… I am surrounded by tall trees and bright flowers and the sea beyond the grass… When I have finished writing to you swimming is happening, and then stretching…

Today is a swimming and stretching day…

We were to bed later last night than we had expected…

But as Anadi said ‘This is all part of the adventure of our life…’ For expectation can limit our enjoyment of life, it can prevent us fully being with what is unfolding in front of us… This is true of plans and planning and also in relationships… We can miss the joy of a different fork in the road; in the same we we can miss the truth of a person through projecting an expectation of our own ideas of what ‘we expect’ of them…

We landed at 10pm so I had booked a car to bring us to our new home… I’d received an Email which stated the car would be at Terminal 1, but we landed at terminal 2…

We looked around hopefully for quite awhile before deciding that we had better go to terminal 1 – which turned out to be 3k from terminal 2 – A young Turkish boy saw that we were standing alone…  He had a friend who would take us to terminal 2 for 5 dollars 🙂 we didn’t have dollars on us… He then suggested Euros… I only had 2 euros of change but I did have some Turkish lira… The deal was struck for 10 lira and 2 euros…

But still there was no one there to pick us up at terminal 2…

The puzzle of course eventually did unravel and resolve, as puzzles do, with some patience… Travel over the years has taught me to be very relaxed when standing in a foreign land with no idea where I am, or how to get to where I would like to go…

In every situation we live out, we have the opportunity to see it reflected at the deeper soul level… We are all standing on a foreign land and none of us truly know where we are going; if we listen to our heart it will tell us where we would like to go, and then relaxation and trust and patience will allow the path the reveal itself…

Even if it is not quite as we expected…

So we arrived in our new home by the sea well after midnight; to find that Anadi was not expected; only me!

By 2am all was settled… We were offered some tomatoes, cucumber and feta cheese which we received hungrily and with delight…
I have then proceeded to eat almost the same thing for breakfast and lunch… The tomatoes, so sweet and juicy; nurtured and grown by the mediterranean sun; the cucumber crispy green bright light taste and the salty feta cheese; I have added onions – red and white – to my meals today… And drunk Turkish coffee and Ayran, the delightful Turkish drink of Yoghurt water and salt…I love it.

And I love being here in this sunny land with an energy of its own. All the time I move around something clears to a deeper level, particularly when there is no language, hardly any English spoken and no other British people… Already in less than 24 hours here, I can feel this experience lending itself to something else leaving; any holding on to anything..

‘I have let everything go’ I said to Anadi today ‘My work, my running, as I knew it and my home…’Yes’ he said ‘it’s why we’ve done this, so that we let it all go now, so that we can live without attachment to anything… Because when we die we have to let it all go…’

And letting go of everything allows us to see what flourishes… It could be anything! Work, running and home can all appear again out of letting go… Letting go isn’t not having, doing, being… It’s having things, and doing things that have emerged from within where our inner voice has lead us… And being who we are…

‘And my shoes…’ I added, laughing…