Round and round we go….

We arrived to the familiar energy of Marrakech at about 3pm yesterday afternoon; and as we pulled up to Douar Graoua square we felt a sense of ‘homecoming’… Our friend Jamal was there to greet us at the door of Riad Saba and we sat together enjoying mint tea and catching up…

Anadi had work to do, so I wandered out to get some cash from the ‘machine that gives cash’ – which meant I needed to cross the big square in the Medina… It was relatively empty, with the air temperature at 43 degrees, not many people were venturing out – and I had to keep finding bits of shade by the stalls because the ground burnt my feet!

I then found a place for lunch, and sat on a roof terrace out of the sun… Fine jets of water sprayed into the air at intervals which were deliciously cooling while I ate my avocado and goat cheese salad and drank fresh lemon juice with mint… Then I just sat awhile; I hadn’t got my phone with me; and there was not another soul there…

So I just sat – suddenly I had landed again in a new land, with a new feel, new energy; although familiar. I sat in it, enjoying the sense of anonymity, aloneness, silence. the lethargy of a hot afternoon.

The last three weeks feel to have stripped more away from within me; my body feels more flexible, more supple and strong; much fitter… A bit thin too, after over two weeks of an active tum! But I feel another level of surrender to any control, a deeper acceptance of being where I am – and the feeling I have experienced at times, during the whole of this nomadic journey – feelings of ‘homesickness’ but not knowing what ‘home’ I was yearning for – have vanished, at last cleared away…

There is too an ease to a commitment to the daily practises that seem to have emerged in my new life,

Daily vlogging blogging and jogging…! Without any real idea of where this ‘Soles Journey’ is taking me…

Except across the length of Spain!

I am aware of the enormity of the challenge… I recognise how strong my body and my feet need to be to do this thing…

But then the running step feels to be different… It is like I have cleared the way again to allow the energy of the run to come through me, as it did when I was a child and a teenager. then it was like the enrgy of the run simply used my body as a conduit… But then the tension of pressure took hold, but it feels that at last ( another at last 🙂  I have cleared the energy of the chase, of the trying to find something out there, and I sense this  soles journey across Spain is a journey of my soul taking me where I already know; but need to experience in the barefoot step…

My friend Wends sent me a  photo she found yesterday… She said she remembered it was something to do with eating fruit and deciding to be vegetarians…

The photo was indeed about eating fruit and being vegetarians… We were 19 years old at the time, and I had just got into my ‘changing hairstyle and colour often’ phase!

I had been a vegetarian for a couple of years; and this photo was taken when Wends and I went on holiday to Bude for a week…

We lived on fruit only for 5 days and it seem wandered about bare foot!

Round and round we circle, working it out as we go, finding out what we have always known….

This morning Anadi and I were up early to run nine miles before the heat crept into the air… We padded through the streets and found a golf course to lap around, a quiet oasis away from the roar of the traffic which was already beginning to build for another day of activity in the magnificent city of Marrakech…

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