Turn up at the blank page…

I am loving writing my Soles Journey every day; I am loving the creative process… I have no idea what I am going to say until I turn up and find out…

I learnt at the very beginning of my life that creativity in any form is about turning up at the blank page, whether that be starting a new friendship or love affair… Or writing, painting, singing cooking, anything you could possibly imagine, practising yoga, any sport or activity… Swimming, kite surfing, martial arts…

Learning to run barefoot again…

The secret is to turn up at that blank page; clear away any presumptions of the way it must be or should be and let go of limiting self concepts; ‘I can’t…’ ‘I’m hopeless at new things…”I must get it right first time…’ ‘I/it mustn’t fail..’ ‘This/I must be perfect…’

Just turn up at that blank page and see what happens…

The structures around it, whether that be certain rules or ways of doing something… Skills to be learned, adaptions to be made, we discover as we go… And then it also becomes apparent the people, the support any guidance needed to ‘make the first brush stroke’, or ‘write the first word’.

And this is in any area of life…

If we want to be in a  committed love relationship, it is important to go ahead and have some relationships…. We can only find out how to relate by relating, and if difficulties arise in the relating, then this is the time to seek the guidance to unravel what is occurring that is stopping the creative flow…

If we want to write… Write… Once again, any challenges or stuck energy that appear can then be addressed… But without starting, without turning up at the blank page, the blocks, the ‘unresolved stuff’, the pain from the past have no arena to clear and cannot reveal themselves…

Or if like I did, you want to run barefoot…Then it is was important that I took my shoes off…!

That I discovered how to run again… That I turn up everyday at the barefoot running track…
Within a creative process there is always the Zen; the staying in the step, being fully in the here and now, so that in that moment, it is apparent what is needed…  When we appear, when we show up…

In my case, turning up to run barefoot, meant not going running on many days in the early stages. The barefoot running track was the gym… And turning up each day on my barefoot journey meant running in vivobarefoot shoes initially as part of  a transitionary process.

But now, having turned up every day since the middle of September, I rejoiced this morning how far my feet have taken me in the last nine months…

A re birth…  I am enjoying ongoing reduction of pain in my running at a structural level (not always on the soles of my feet!)….

And, today I ran around a forest with Anadi both of us bare foot in this sunny new land, that we are becoming a part of in each moment we tread feeling the earth beneath our feet…

I chose this area on a country so huge, you could Britain into it three times, because on the map and in the photos the beach is endless… It IS endless…

I had images of long runs on the sandy shore…

But, the beach slides steeply to the sea, and is a mixture of pebbles, and deep sand… Fabulous for paddling and swimming in the turquoise Turkish delight… But not so great for running 🙂 But as I said in my recent vlog, nomadic life has leant itself more than ever to ‘not minding’, to going with the flow and being with what is, rather than what was imagined…!

So this morning Anadi and I set off to run along the road early before the sun was hot or the road too busy… Within half a mile we spotted a track leading off the road, which beckoned to us to follow it… We answered its call and  discovered miles and miles of sandy tracks…

We covered 7 miles; but the land and its tracks seems limitless… More to be discovered and uncovered

And now I am off to turn up for day two of my overhaul with Huseysin, who knows nothing at all about me from the spoken word, not my age, my sporting or injury or health history… Nothing at all.. Except that I am called Julia…

The language has been intuitive as he works to release and open, to massage and pull and bend and stretch my body, listening to his hands.

I am his blank canvass… And the space and time I spend with him is mine to allow and open to whatever the experience brings…