The road less travelled…

Today has been a different day, it has felt like I have visited a new uncharted land; as if I have been on a great big journey to discover something very important and that I accomplished my task…

Fortunately I had the foresight to make two vlogs yesterday… Very odd really as I didn’t anticipate the almost complete disappearance of my voice today, although of course, it seems that apparently I did…

I woke up after a good sleep with my mountain lurgy still present, it feels like I am being cleansed and I was reflecting last night that away from any routine to speak of – except that which I create for myself – I am in touch with being but a dot in this vast universe…

I felt a sense of relaxation, in feeling the insignificance of the dot that is me…

And yet when I looked out from my little house on the hill, into the vast night sky, the feeling expanded – soaring into the infinite –  in a recognition of the dot being all that ever is and was….

The time here has unintentionally leant itself to a cleanse, a retreat, silence – I can’t really talk!

And today has the feeling of being a significant day…

I rose and ran a bath, posted my blog/vlog and with an hour and a half to go until Spanish, I decided that I would gently jog and walk there, as it is only just over 7 kilometres away.

The day was overcast and the hills blue… Clouds were hanging low as I paso a paso made my way to Pitres and to Spanish… I had reflected before leaving as to whether my body wanted to make journey, but it assured me that it did…  I am keenly in touch with its messages and it said that a gentle meander would be nice…

My feet of course have minds and a life of their own now, and they were more than happy to take to the road… They are feeling very proud of their increased toughness and ability to withstand miles and miles… They are also getting very dirty here !

I feel the need to find a better scrubbing brush, although they don’t seem to mind their rather wild and feral appearance.

The journey had a magical mystical feel to it, the road wound through the mountains and rose and fell with the day hanging overcast all about –  of course eventually I arrived in Pitres; but I had been happy jogging along my never ending road… No one knowing where I was

I sat on the steps of the church in Pitres watching life go on around me… I imagine I might have looked to be a strange figure, but no one took too much notice of me… Maricarmen arrived and we commenced Spanish, but fortunately in the cafe first as I hadn’t eaten anything…

Because I couldn’t speak much, she read ‘Freddy the leaf’ to me, in Spanish.

I loved it and the magical day felt more so… She has just been on a cleanse herself so she gave me the last of her bottle of ‘cleansing potion’ and I have been boiling water and mixing it with paprika and cucumin all afternoon.

I feel very ‘limpiar’ ed

On the road on the way home, a man stopped on his motorbike on the other side of the road… He called out to me…

‘What are you doing?’ – I stopped and crossed the road to tell him ?

He said later that he thought I might be a ‘nina loca’ in which case I most likely wouldn’t stop – or an endurance runner, in which case I also most likely wouldn’t stop…

But no, I stopped…  It was me; who loves to connect and chat – even though my opening words were to explain my ‘lost voice’…

His name is Clem Cairns, and he is an author and a publisher from Dublin… He has a brother keen on running and so asked me if he could send him a photo  of me and bare feet… They loved it, becoming famous in their own right; my two naked feet…

He went on to tell me of his friend Michael Collins who is an author too, and an awesome ultra runner… Having now read about him a bit I recognise some of my own spirit in how he is described… The four of us – Clem, his brother, Michael and I likely all having something resonant in our spirits – which is why Clem had already noticed me twice ‘on the road’  before he called out to me…

Fellow travellers on the road less travelled…

I made this vlog yesterday – I had the foresight to make two, as my voice today is very vanished !

The ‘ouchie’ path…

All my life I have been someone who has been known for treading the ‘naughty path’…

I remember being away alone in Tenerife one Christmas… I had just arrived and was getting my bearings… Which way to run? My neighbours suggested going down to the sea, and then taking the path to the left over the coastal route, they said it was well trod and I wouldn’t get lost…

The route to the right was more wild, they said… Not so many obvious tracks, more craggy, more rocky, less safe…

And it went on for miles and miles… Wild, glorious, powerful scenery… I discovered, when I went to the sea and found myself turning right instead of left…

I was relating this story to friends.. ‘Oh so you took the naughty path…’

The road less travelled.. Always.

I can remember the effect that one line in Scott Peck’s book ‘The road less travelled’, had on me… It was where he said that when he worked with people his only boundary was not to need the relationship for himself.

I took that on board and over the years came to see that this worked for me in my work with people..

It allowed me to connect as deeply emotionally as a person wanted, or needed in their therapeutic journey without binding them in any way.

I learnt it particularly when for a few years I spent time with people at the end of their lives… I found the best gift I could give them was deep emotional connection without holding onto them…

So the naughty path and the road less travelled in my case were one and the same thing…

Because the naughty path was me honouring my connection to myself – and my own truth, rather than trying to live by someone else’s rules…

Of course the art of the journey to finding our own path, can mean that sometimes we react against someone or something… Parents, society, school… And so the naughty path, or the road less travelled, is not our true path, and can take us off course for a while… Rebounding us in the opposite direction to the route ‘prescribed by society’…

Both can be opposite sides of the same coin…

Neither our truth…

However once the centre point is found, after the rebounding settles and we journey instead inwards, listening always to find the true point within; our inner compass… Then the naughty path and the road less travelled become the path of our truth even if this is sometimes an ‘ouchie’ path!

Today we drove to Portugos and walked back across the mountain in our bare feet, ten miles on tough terrain…

And yet I knew it was what was needed today because my feet told me so…!

So the road less travelled might not be an easy one… But when we know it is our path to tread then it doesn’t matter how ‘ouchie’ it is, we just keep taking the next step and the next and the next, because we can trust for sure the way is leading us home…