Being exactly where we are…

A bright shining sparkling sea sunny day, gleaming and fresh – greeted me as I set off to run…

Except my foot had other ideas… ‘Try running without me…’ it joked… ‘Stop running – let’s walk again today…’

My feet have been doing rather a lot of walking of late, ever since my birthday – what turned out to be – break from running….

Body said ‘no’ that day…

And so as I emerged from my unexpected stay in hospital, I walked my way back to health…

As the days passed, I grew stronger and started running about a bit – barefoot on the soft verdant green May grass…

But suddenly right foot asked that it walk for a bit longer…

And so it came to pass, that instead of ‘going for a run’, I was wandering about on the grass in front of the Grand hotel…

I was enjoying my wander, watching the waves and listening to the familiar squawk of the gulls – meandering – when suddenly, across the grass, I spied Tracy, running towards me…

Julia Chi and Tracy Owen
Julia Chi and Tracy Owen

Tracy and I first met one another on the ‘road racing circuit’, about 30 years ago – and so began a connection that has spanned half my life…

She stopped, and delighted to see one another, we chatted for a while – I told her about my hurty foot, and she immediately reminded me of the foot massaging technique…

Tracy is a wonderful bodyworker, and within seconds she had me sitting on the grass – bottom between my knees – leaning back to massage the soles of my feet and stretch out the front of the feet….

I appreciated hugely, our serendipitous meeting, and continued my barefoot walk on the grass, my foot was already feeling better…

A Personal trainer and his student were working out on the grass, with lots of fabulously energising inspiring moves…

As I walked by, Ben – I found out later it was a brother and sister team Ben and Sophie – called to me to ask me if I would film them for a while…

It was fun… I enjoyed my ‘camera person’ role…

My Sunday morning run was turning into a different experience entirely, but one I was thoroughly embracing…

I asked Ben and Sophie if I could now take some photos of them, and could I write about them…?

Ben and Sophie training
Ben and Sophie training

And so although I didn’t do what I had ‘planned’, I had a fabulous hour, out and about on the sunny seafront, meeting old friends and making new…

Being exactly where we are, with whatever is happening, lends us to truly be alive…

To recognise in every moment that everything around us is simply a reflection of our inner landscape…

And so to fully respond and be here and now…

It is letting go in every moment to what we thought was going to happen, or what we think might happen, or what we wish hadn’t happened – and instead being present to what is and always available for something new and unexpected…

My morning was rich with experience, healing, companionship – meeting fellow travellers on the journey of life.

The Tracy ‘cure’ was almost immediate…

On Monday morning I was off again, running along the seafront, free as those squawking swooping gulls…

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…

Sunshine within

Yesterday morning I woke and ran through a rainy grey day to the beach. My last day in Eastbourne and I had a yen to run barefoot on the beach…

I arrived here the Saturday before last and began to write then…

This is a record at the beginning and end of a wonderful week and a bit…

Sunday January 22nd….

I woke at 6am today, a frosty winter’s morning in England, time travel has happened, yesterday I woke at the same time ( although the clock read 7am in Spain!) to a balmy Almuñécar with Facebook announcing to me that the sun was returning to Almunecar (FB knows everything it seems !)

When I landed at Gatwick later the same day, I found myself with a trio who had never landed at Gatwick before needing to get from the north terminal to the train station in the south terminal…
Two were Spanish twin brothers, coming to spend 6 months in Brighton working and polishing their English…
I told them I wanted to keep speaking Spanish and they wanted to start speaking English, so we agreed to speak each other’s language as we navigated our way through a busy Saturday afternoon at Gatwick airport…. The third of the party was also Spanish, a lady who now lives in South Africa and was in the UK to visit her son, but interestingly she is Spanish by birth and so acted a very good translator at times translation was needed!

Spain was following me…

Once I had established they all were okay and knew which platforms and trains to catch, I bought my own ticket and sat for twenty minutes watching the world go by….

And today (Sunday 22nd Jan) I am in a bright feisty frosty world of beauty.
I ran to the Lamb pub to meet Jim and Rupert , it was just getting light and as we ran to the seafront we watched the sun rise in magnificent streaky pink pale blue beauty

And now, February 1st, I am about to post this piece of writing in sunny Lanzarote, the sun gently starting to sink in the sky….

A few hours ago my sister Rosy and I took off from Gatwick…

My musings on the plane….

‘I feel the need the need for speed….’
I am sitting next to my sister Rosy who is chatting to the lady next to her;

My friend Athena Jane has a mission to get the whole world saying in unison ‘I feel the need, the need for speed’ – from the film ‘Top Gun’- as the plans soars into the sky … Maybe today I was the only one who said it, on this flight, but I am sure it will ‘take off”! There is a group of us committed to the cause…

We are climbing into the air and it feels very fast, more fast than usual, maybe it is because I am looking down to write.

The last ten days in Eastbourne have been rich with experience, and they have flown by.

I started this piece in the extreme cold and frost, and today Rosy and I stood queuing to board the plane on a mild rainy day, weak winter sun filtering through the grey.

My sister loves rowing and has her own single skull, she soon discovered that the lady next to her has an Olympian rower son, Toby Garbett… I can hear snippets of the conversation about Sydney and Athens, and Beijing….

The magic of energy…. In this instance the energy of the rowing boat…!

We are all more connected and connecting through the unconscious, through what we are giving out energetically, than we fully acknowledge.

If we look out and observe our own creations, it can bring us more fully to our centre and to the responsibility of being in every moment and no where else.

I am loving having shed my shoes completely and living my life in naked feet or in my ‘beach socks’, my feet can feel the ground more than ever before… The socks offer a bit of protection from the cold and random possible objects on the path… But the movement of my feet is free, and the strength in them is noticebaley greater… And, I feel different.

I have shed even more possessions, so that I can now travel with all I own in my hand luggage; which is currently is at my feet in front of me.

I feel different in my energy field… It is hard to describe what is different, as this particular shift in energy doesn’t have any particular story to it.

Other than that it was in September, when I was last in Lanzarote.
Perhaps this is the story…

I arrived still not fully mobile or pain free, from an injury I sustained at the end of July. Anadi and I made a trip to the beach and I watched the surfers warming up on Famara Beach.
They did many exercises with some running too, all in their bare feet.
It sparked something in me….

‘Maybe I can run in my barefeet again? Maybe that is a way I can run without my body hurtling?

Nearly five months have passed, and I am returning to Lanzarote again. I feel much lighter and freer within myself, and in my body. it is more agile and pain free than I can remember.

I have taken, and continue to take, the barefoot journey very slowly… I didn’t run every day for the first couple of months and I ran in vivobarefoot shoes as well as completely barefoot, until last week, when I started to run everywhere in my beach socks, and shed more of my possessions.

It feels like I am embarking on a new stage of the journey, the road less travelled….

And although there are changes that are visible on the outside, I observe they are a reflection of me and my inner landscape.
A limitless journey always unfolding and revealing itself on the road ahead.
And all we must do is take it step by step
Pasó a paso