Souls journey…

I am on the train on my way into Central London… I have new jewels on my feet, pearls this time!

The pavement was hot under my soles, as I walked to the station a sunny summer day… Beauteous feeling, rising spirit, freedom…

Yesterday I wrote one line on a word document… My new book is about Freedom!

It’s a start…

Or maybe that’s it.

It won’t become a book, but is a metaphor for my life, my running, all of my writing. The energy I communicate

When I was speaking to Maricarmen, my Spanish teacher, earlier today, she said, when you are in the Alpujarras, no one will notice your bare feet, there are lots of weird people come to the mountains – she does use the word weird in a fond celebratory way! ‘como una cabra…’ The phrase the Spanish use for ‘Gente diferente.’

I assured her it’s the same in London…

‘The two extremes’, she said, ‘they meet…’

And there it is, the two extremes meet… the yin and the yang and right bang in the middle, in the point at the very core, it’s the same… weird is acceptable! 🙂

I ran on the track this morning…

It took me a lot longer to get there and back than the time I spent running… because I went earlier, there was much more traffic… but then I warmed up around my green expanse and let myself onto the track… I have the secret code and I am not allowed to say how I know it 🙂 I certainly shouldn’t write it in a blog!

But know it I do, so I slipped silently and solitary onto the track… Two grounds men took not one bit of notice… I was ghost runner again, not seen…

Another appeared, a tall and thin being with a beard, who could see what the others could not! “Good morning’ we said to one another, as I ran by.

I love circling the track on a summers day, round ad round, my bare feet free…

Later I changed out of my running clothes and donned new jewels for my feet to makee my way into Central London to meet Athena Jane…

I no longer feel uncomfortable in any way with my feet naked … I love the feeling of the ground. I love it that they have cast off shoes and are growing in stature and strength…

Liberated, strong, truth speakers both… in touch with the earth and in touch with freedom of the spirit…

The two extremes meeting in the body as a conduit…

The feet the messengers, carrying me through this life, treading on the earth plane, connecting spirit with matter as they have will of their own…

They know the way, that I don’t yet see…

They lead me on my souls journey through their soles journey…

And so it is….

‘For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair…’