Where our heart knows to lead us….

I looked up the tide time table and discovered that after starting with an early rise this morning, so that I might enjoy the low tide sands to the full…I can then stay an hour extra in bed each day we are here; if I want to..!

When the tide is low the beach is an expanse of  firm wet sand – perfect running ground;  high tide finds a changed landscape… Soft silken, golden, white yellow grains; waves and furrows, sand dunes and tufts of grass; pebbles and more grass where lines and lines of cars park all day long…

I prefer training on my running track of hard packed sandy wetness, and so once again I celebrate the world we live in now… A world where I need no knowledge of moon and it’s pull on the tide, the pace it shifts and changes at… I simply ask ‘google’, and appreciate science meeting nature in glorious symphony…

I ran through the cobbled streets, quiet, white washed buildings, under the ‘Arco de la Ville’; one bar open only… I crossed the road, padded along the slatted bridge that took me right down to the beach…

Runners ran, others walked along the shore, wandering talking, some carrying their shoes in their hands…

I ran to the right and reached the end after three miles of running; I stopped and enjoyed the feel of the sea on my feet, the glinting sun bouncing off the sand and the orange, brown rocks, and then turned to run into the vast vista of forever ness….

This huge expanse made up of millions of grains of sand, millions and millions; the universe reflected in each unique and individual one; as we are – reflections of one another; mirrors of brilliance, darkness and light…

And I am reminded of William Blake’s words…

‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour…’

The delightful paradox of being here, in the step – in the moment we are in – and running along an endless beach to nowhere, where there isn’t an end; but on a journey that is leading us to shine our own bright light…

The absolute delight of taking step after step to nowhere, whilst having a joyous experience of the music of our soul playing out to the world, the universe, infinity, all that is….

And recognising in the ‘play of my own life’, that my ‘desire’ for a beach to run along; the vision I envisioned many months ago is unfolding from within… When we release the ‘musts’ and ‘got to’s’ and ‘have to’s’ and instead allow ‘what is’ to emerge, our creativity to blossom; we understand that this ‘stillness’, isn’t about ‘not doing anything…’ Not looking about’, ‘not putting things in place’, or not working with commitment, practising our skills, developing new ones…

It’s about all of those things… But with the main practise being to clear any inner tension, so that our creativity and our inner voice has space to breathe and flourish and direct us to where our heart knows to lead us…

I arrived ‘home’ after nearly nine miles of barefoot joy; Anadi was working in our little room; and after showering we wandered back along the cobbled streets… A big board heralding desayuno, tostada grande and zumo caught our attention; invited us in…

Oh the joy of eating when hungry and the first sip of coffee of the day… People wandered by in the street beside us, while we sat chatting and enjoying the peace of a sunny Thursday… A family strolled by and I smiled at the son; he waved, called ‘hola’ and when I returned his greeting, he came over, and Alberto and I were immediately friends… Open hearted connection in a street somewhere in Spain; travellers on the path of life, the joy of a chance encounter and the recognition of an open heart and an open soul…

On the stage of life…

We journeyed along the South coast of Spain, and ‘turned right’ for a little way up the West Coast, 450 kilometres we travelled… Shimmering heat, the cicadas calling out, playing their familiar music in the shimmer of hot hot weather…

Lunch in Marbella, bright expansive ‘somethings about to happen’ energy, in the setting of holiday relaxation, sparkly sea and Sangria, beautifully painted nails, shiny offices and huge billboards…. A red Ferrari sitting on the forecourt of an exclusive car hire …

I had breakfast for lunch, and then we were on our way again, speeding along empty wide motorways, dusty brown beautiful Spain, clusters of white villages, pausing at the tolls… ‘Hola’; proffering 5 euros or so, and onwards…

And now we are in Conil de la Frontera on an endless beach, the Atlantic sea lapping at our feet instead of the vistas of mountains reaching towards the sun…. Wind, waves, space, scenes of nothing else as far as the eye can see… Nothing to do, no where to get to; just running one step after the other to find out where these bare feet are leading…

We drove straight to the beach as we couldn’t find our hostel!

And we stood on the sand, miles and miles of it stretching around us… I have always enjoyed the feeling of being a little dot on the planet, no home, no possessions to hold me… Visiting here for a short while… As Wends my friend said to me the other day, ‘You’ve never wanted to own things Ju…’

But owning things can be wonderful too, delightful joyous fun… The feel of silken clothes, fabrics of soft carpets underfoot, sofas to sink into, delightful underwear against our skin…

It’s not the joy of this planet and the experiences I am rejecting, in truth I am not rejecting anything…

Here the streets are full of fabulous sparkly full shops, floating colour, bright jewels and scarfs… And I am looking forward to an actual shopping spree, to experience the fun and see what my rucksack will carry with me when I fly to the next destination and what I will leave behind…

The clothes we wear and the homes we create are all reflections of our energy…

if we stay curious and interested, intrigued in the theatre playing out around us, the story of our life… The set we are acting out our life play in, the current scene, the props, the space we are inhabiting… The other actors on the stage of life; then we will always be free…

Because we will be aware that the time will come for curtain call; that eventually the big velvet curtain will come down on our performance and the show will be over for us…

If we remain in touch with this, the illusion, the samsara that is life… Then we can enjoy everything it has the offer; hiring the red ferrari on the forecourt and driving through Marbella with the wind in our hair, the sun on our face, joyous  roaring fun… Filling our bags with the clothes and the sparkly jewels, enjoying all this life has to offer without holding onto anything at all…

A cobbled street runs outside our hostel leading to a square… Where there are eateries, bars, and an arch, through which… ‘Esta cinqo minutos de la playa’, we were assured by our deuño, when eventually we found our way from the beach to our front door…