A perfect day…

I am sitting with honey smeared all over the soles of my feet!

They are having a special intensive treatment afternoon… First they were scrubbed clean, then I massaged them with Tea Tree oil, put a layer of Savlon over the top of that and then let it all soak in and do its magic for an hour… I then rinsed it all off and applied the honey…

I have also promised them only beach and grass until they have recovered and grown stronger… This way we will all reap the rewards of the past three weeks efforts… They have run 170 miles in that period and a huge proportion of it on the road… Well done feet!

And well done body too… It is growing fitter and stronger and more and more balanced and aligned, and more supple and free. In the gym last night as I stretched and held a pose I could feel old outdated aspects of energy on the outer edges of my field, ready to leave…

Without huge amounts of work on getting supple, I find myself more mobile and free in my body… I enjoy stretching as it feels opening and expansive, but more as an expression of the changes that are occurring than a route to them…

Twelve years ago Anadi, my husband, who was heavily training in Kung Fu, spent 10 weeks training with the Shaolin monks in China… The regime was rigorous – up at 5am training all day until 9.30 in the evening, with just three breaks to eat…

Their philosophy was that if we are clear, there would be no restriction in our body, our muscles and therefore our stretching…

Their way to clear was through Chi Gung and Tai Chi… But the key is to concentrate on the clearing, not on the flexibility… We might otherwise be flexible, but not clear at all…

If we focus on the clearing, either through simply watching the feelings leave in the silence, or through meditating… Or through a moving meditation like running, or whether we chant or practice yoga, Tai Chi or Chi Gung… In all of these practises it is not getting fast at running that counts, or being able to do the poses… It is using the practices for clearing our body of the tension and emotional baggage from the past that is the place to focus…

The poses and the running, the flexibility and the fluency of movement are a reflection of focusing on the clearing; not an end in themselves….

I drove to the sea as day dawned… Low tide had been at 5am, but day light doesn’t arrive here till nearly 7.30 … I had a moody grey glorious Famara beach all to myself; windy wild beauty…

I ran 9 miles before the tide changed the surface of my running track… The sand became watery squishy and so I headed for the road and covered 6 more miles before returning to Famara where Anadi was waiting to have breakfast with me….

The delight of walking across the warm soft sand to the cafe was indescribable; my feet loved it. We ordered orange juice and cafe con leche and our Spanish delight of tostada y tomate y aceite…

A perfect day unfolding in every step and every sip of cafe con leche… ?

 

Nowhere to go….

I am sitting on the roof top of our apartment, it’s a sunshiny blowy day, the blustery games of the wind make it feel cooler than it is…

Famara beach is just across the road from me and I can hear the music of the waves in a rhythm of still movement – the tide is high so I will wait until later to run, when the sand stretches for miles again….

Nick and I spent lots of time up here meditating, chanting and talking… Nick was over in Lanzarote for five days to work on the opening paragraph to a new chapter in his life… This white rooftop leant itself to creativity and clearing;
and this morning Anadi and I lay here naked in the sun.

It is rooftop full of the energy of healing, wholeness and joyous celebration… And right beside me there is a beach which lends itself to nudity, to freedom of expression, to transparency… A place where my body is loving running like the wind…

Running has always been a mirror for me to look into myself, and racing around in my bare feet even more so.
My feet are in charge.

Yesterday I ran on the smooth black asphalt near La Santa, the sunkissed surface felt joyous to my feet at first, but the tarmac was so hot, that after five miles my feet said “enough for now”.

I am aware of muscles elsewhere in my body needing to strengthen and ‘switch on’ that have seemed to lie dormant whilst I ran in shoes…
After running yesterday I felt like I had been in the gym… My tummy muscles and the tops of my thighs and hips, all felt as if I had been doing some serious kind of strength workout!

But now my body is feeling open and free, because this morning Liisah came to give me a massage. I loved it, the feeling of my body disappearing within the sheer physicality of clearing through massaging.

A delightful paradox.

I can feel my whole being already starting to live my new life, whatever that is to be…
A space where the path will reveal itself.

As always I know I love to run, and I am allowing the running step to take me where it will….

I like not having a goal at the moment… But I also see how important they have been for me in the past… Without them I wouldn’t have found out how attached I was to the outcome, or how much push there was in my energy field, or how much I was looking for some kind of immortality through the running results…
I also wouldn’t have discovered the magic that happens after miles and miles of running, how it is possible to experience a transcendence of the body and mind, how I became the running, how I learnt about Zen.
The feeling of being ‘In the zone’, where everything disappears except the moment, the step…

And for me, I experienced this when running as fast in a race or training session, where I was just on top of the pace, on top of the pain, riding the crest of a wave….

So now I find myself in a space between…

There may well be goals again… They have always been a barometer of how much I am attached to this life and all of its chimeras, the illusion, the samsara…

They can highlight for me any area where I still mind what happens…

My life’s work has been to find out how to fully commit to run towards a destination, with the full awareness of the zen koan that there is is no where to go….

 

Thank you Nick Miles for the photos of me running on Famara beach!