Be like the sun, the moon, the flowers…

Hace mucho calor!

Perhaps a little too calor… But then being in a body lends itself to a constant movement between various discomforts, especially noticeable where weather is concerned…!

Too hot, too cold, too dry, to wet too much… Too much weather. It is a subject of much conversation particularly in lands with obviously changing season it seems…

In my extensive research so far, I would say that the Spanish talk about weather as much as the British…

But physically being here on planet earth in a body ignites a constant pull between many different discomforts and comforts, hungry full, tired fresh, too hot too cold, too much too little…

And so it goes on… Again the secret is to ‘be’ within the states, to fully stay in the experience… Of course when we are too hot, we might move to somewhere cooler, put on a fan, take a cold bath, put on the air con…

The wonders of modern life… And when we are too cold – put on a jumper, the heating… Or cuddle up together…

Much to my little sister’s embarrassment, I used to do that, when we travelled by bus to school. I would huddle next to her for greater warmth in winter months, when the drafts whistled around our legs and crept through the windows of the rumbling rattling old bus… It worked! We enjoyed a warmer journey.

I was a child, however, who seemed to flower in the sun, born in Africa, and spending my naked early years free under its golden rays, I turned into a pale thin skinny little girl on returning to the UK at the start of  winter time… My mother used to feed me with cod liver oil and malt to build me up in those wintery months and look forward to the racing brown ‘tom boy’ in summer time…

As I grew and and made my life in England, I understood more and more that we are our surrounding world… We are the sun, the moon, the falling rain, I embraced the idea of  staying present to the changing seasons, being in them, becoming them, loving the experience of them without a constant call, a restless pull  for change…

And one winter, only a year or so before I met Anadi, and was to set off to follow the sun… I was running on Eastbourne seafront right in the middle of a howling gale, lashing rain blinded me, cold wet sharp – I was running right into this playground of stormy unpredictability… I was at the end of ten miles of running, when unbidden from within me came these words….

‘I love winter…’

They came from me in joyous celebration of the wildness, freedom, the elements reflecting my inner freedom, wild wet windy delight… And I knew in that moment that I had ‘cracked it’… The constant wanting it to be summer… The slight sadness on June 22nd when I knew the days were shortening; and then the part of me waiting until December 22nd when the turn would begin again; it was healed, all done, I could be where I was… A stillness had descended in the place of the yearning for summer…

I had lived with this slight tension for many years, even though I knew the seasons were part of me, an expression of us all, reflection…

‘So within so without…’

And so whenever I felt the pull to summer, I brought myself back to the sound within me of the sploshing rain, the flashes of lightening, the freezing cold frosty morns…

To the adventures within them… The beauteous adventures experiences never to be forgotten…

Setting off at 6 am in the dark with Jim for a 5 hour run in January, minus 6 degrees… Padding silently along the sea front and climbing up onto the down as the slivers of sharp bright winter light pierced the sky, lighting up frosty patterns on the grass… Trees stark and bare, bitter wind into our faces… Such joy

Running up towards the top of Mount Pantokrator with Anadi – watching as a storm swept in, and knowing we must turn round… The path which before was dry and rocky, suddenly up to my knees in a fast flowing, running river… The flashes of lightening all around

Throwing myself onto the sodden stony ground… ‘Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do…?’ I said to a rather bemused Anadi… ‘Before the flash of light has flashed I think’, he laughed…

At the end of my Spanish lesson today, Maricarmen said that after our lesson yesterday she had received a text which she believed perfect for me…

Here it is… Sé como ‘Be like….’

Sé como el sol… Levantate temprano y no te acuestes tarde

Sé como la luna… Brilla en la oscuridad

Sé como las flores… emoradas del sol, pero fieles a sus raices

Sé como la fruta… Bella por fuera, saludable por dentro

Sé como el día… llega y se retira, sin alardes

Sé como el rio… siempre hacia adelante

Sé como la luciérnaga… aunque pequeña, emite su propia luz

Sé como el agua… buena y transparente

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