We are one…

As I sit here writing I can hear rain, persistent and heavy… All I’ve heard is rain since we arrived in England last Wednesday… But it lends itself to a green lush land, and is an enjoyable and different experience for us – as well as for my feet..  Although Anadi has laughingly asked me today…’Where have you brought me…?’

I noticed this morning how British people do accept the weather and just ‘get on with it’… There were families arriving on the damp sand, with waterproofs and bags – all they needed for a day at the seaside, groups congregating in beach huts… Runners gathering in bright coloured gear on the road to run, cyclists speeding along despite the driving rain… Sailing boats being rigged and canoes dragged into the sea.

The British are used to this weather and stoical too. There was a positive spirit about everyone I met…

In the town later on, it was full to the brim… People wearing big jackets, carrying umbrellas, hoods up against the rain, with shorts on as well.  Once again my feet were accepted, no one took a bit of notice as I sploshed through the puddles, placed my bare feet on the wet slabs of the pavement – a bit slippy – while weaving my way through the throng… My feet are enjoying the novelty too, its a change from ‘ouchie’ blazing sand and burning hot pavements…

On a mission this morning for coffee – and some cake for me – we passed the White Swan pub… I’m getting to know the town already… Last night we enjoyed a meal there, feeling embraced in the midst of the relaxed animated atmosphere of Friday night fun; warm and dry, rainy wet outside…

As we sat chatting, a few chords struck up, my eyes and body lit up… Live music… ‘Shall we go and listen?’ Anadi suggested…

Coloured lights – blue green purple red – flashing, music throbbing so hard, that I could feel it landing in my body, which then wanted to dance… The body of a woman nearby was moving too; dance requesting to come out, to weave and loop around the room. I danced a bit at the end of one song and the woman and I enjoyed the connection as our bodies moved…

And then… ‘Born to be Wild’ struck up and we danced the song together; joining in the rhythm and the sound and the energy – of the room, and of one another.

Relationship without words only the music moving our bodies… And as the song unfolded our energies merged and we had fun! Relationship, and relating, uncomplicated, connected in the collaboration and co operation of moving together on a dance floor.

We might never meet again, but we experienced joy and friendship in three special rich and enriching minutes… Love life joy energy expressed and exchanged… In silent recognition that we are all part of this tapestry of life…

All multi faceted, multi coloured energetic aspects of the same whole…

We are one…

 

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