The destination is the journey…

I am sitting in the crystal bar at Buxted park, it is cozy warm here… Outside the rain is pouring down; it has a winter feel to it…

And yet this morning the day dawned fresh and clear, sunny bright over a sparkling sea. The tide coming in slowly of the wet black seaweed stones.

The sunshine coast in all her beauty…

Anadi and I ran barefoot over the grassy hills of the south downs, the ten mile run taking us up to the peace stone – down the other side, running free, flying on land – up through the sprawling fields where the sheep roam… They watched us, smiling, lazily jogging away as we approached, over the top again and around the Hollow.

We passed by a group of runners, who were running in the opposite way…’No shoes’, they chorused… ‘Watch out – it’s slippy…’

How the terrain changes under my naked soles… From flat beaches, warm brown roads – to tussocks and grassy hills, slippy mud hills… But oh the delight of the step, of being in the next one and the next and the next. Committing to the now, living and trusting that when we fully embrace the one we are in, the next will truly look after itself….

After a delicious breakfast in Ravilious, I walked to the Grand… I noticed that my feet caused more of a stir than I have become accustomed to abroad… The warmth was leaving the day, which meant my bare feet were more obvious; empathy for chilly toes, ouchie roads…

Zoe and I were meeting for coffee and to vlog together! She is a yoga teacher and as we sat drinking coffee and enjoyed being in one another’s company, she said that she is pledging a percentage of every lesson she teaches, to my barefoot run across Spain… What a huge and generous gift…! Thank you, thank you Zoe Neo…

We had such fun… She had brought along her beautiful and very big Tibetan singing bowl; she struck the side of it , and a sound of the soul pure spirit emerged from its body, in the lounge of the Grand… This caused a stir… ! And us to get the giggles…

As we started to film our ‘outdoor section’, the heavens opened and we laughed some more… Peels of laughter, joyous connection and celebration of life and love…

We have already planned the second ‘in the series’, when I am next in Eastbourne we will make a short vlog exclusively on yoga….

When I let go of the life I knew before, I trusted that the path would reveal itself; and although when I set off, I had no destination in mind… But I am seeing day by day a path opening up which is rich with experience, with events, fun, relationships, joy and possibility…

And more profoundly than ever, I am having demonstrated to me that the destination is discovered in the journey…

Her love of the sea and of life…

We are on the road again…  We dropped our key in with our landlady and chatted awhile with her and her husband before we left… ‘You are the talk of the town in your bare feet’ they laughed… I forget that communities are small, and they talk, and that a woman running about in the rain in her bare feet might cause a bit of stir!

And now we are on our way to Sussex… As we drove over the Dorset hills, the sun shone and Anadi said ‘England is so beautiful, when it has this golden light on it, I suppose it needs all the rain to make it this verdant and luscious…’

England is beautiful and I love being here, but I also love not being here…. I love being on the road…

We dropped in on my cousin Carol and her husband Ian in Bournmouth for carrot cake and more plates of deliciousness laden with love  – our breakfast… !

We sat  in their African cabin in the garden, watching the rain start to fall again outside, with the  sun still filtering through, watery rays….

Carol and I have seen more of one another since our nomadic lifestyle, as we often pass through Bournmouth to see my sister Rosy, and so we drop in… As children we spent lots of happy time together, and Carol reminded me today that I taught her to ride a bike… ?

Growing up together created a bond that has always stayed alive, even with sometimes many years between meetings. When we get together it is genuinely as if no time has passed… True relationship allows for spaces if spaces happen, true relationship demonstrates that there is no time, it also is free of expectation and projection… It is light. It is love…

there is a quote I like and I have forgotten who said it, but it goes like this…

‘Love is light,
it carries no weight.
Anything that burdens you
is not Love…’

On Friday night Anadi, my sister Rosy, my niece Jess and I went to the Marine theatre in Lyme Regis to see ‘Voices of the Sea’ – Song and narrative devised by Gail McGarva, a traditional wooden boatbuilder from Lyme Regis… She said her show was inspired by her love of the sea… It was a wonderful creative expressive born Gail’s passion, and before the ‘show proper’ began she gave us a talk about her journey to becoming the builder of what she calls ‘daughter boats’, fashioned in the same image as the original fishing boats from many years ago…

Listening to her was an absolute delight; her love of her art, and of the sea and of adventure was tangible. The words she spoke that struck me most were the ones describing the knowing deep within her, in the year 2000, that she must now make boats central to the core of her life… She had lived on them and always loved them, but her life had been focused in other areas… She knew now that it was vital that she follow a ‘nagging feeling’ within, that she make them central to her core…

She didn’t know how this would happen, so she went on a journey on her boat to the source of the Thames, and as she journeyed the knowing became stronger and more insistent…

As serendipity would have it, she then happened to see that there was an original boat building course starting the following September in Lyme Regis… She travelled there and as she walked into the building she felt that she had arrived where she was supposed to be…

The rest of her life to date, which has been full of adventure and creativity, connection, beauty, joy – courage and hard work; has unfolded from there… She spoke to us about listening to her heart, to her inner knowing and following them to the place they have lead her to now…

It was an evening of inspiration and a bringing together of the people in Lyme Regis and along the coast. And for one evening Anadi and I were part of the throng, celebrating and connecting to the memories of the fishermen she spoke of, who she met recently.

They launched one of her daughter boats, men in their 80’s now, and rowed the boat out to sea in the same way they had as teenagers rowed the original…

We all sat entranced by her tales, her energy, her love of the sea, of the people she has met and of life…