There is no such thing as a coincidence…

I returned from my intervals on the beach yesterday morning  and Anadi and I wandered through the pueblo to sit and enjoy our customary Spanish breakfast of tostados y aceite y tomate y cafe con leche…

We decided over breakfast to go on an ‘outing’ to explore Medina Sedonia…

When I first started to learn Spanish Maricarmen told me where she was born… Part of the conversational style of her teaching involves questions and answers, and in the early days they were about our lives… Where do you live? Where were you born? How old are you? What is your name? Are you married? Do you have children…?

And so during this process I gathered that Maricarmen was born in Medina Sedonia, and that it was a long way away from Pitres; I gave the matter no more attention…

And yet the swirls of energy and the magnetic processes that are occurring between us all, mean that our lives unfold in mysterious and magical ways…

And as Maricarmen said to me when I told her of my visit to the land of her birth… ‘There is no such thing as a coincidence…’

The more conscious we are, the more we can watch and notice these fascinating scenes playing out in our lives… We can be witness to it, as we live it, breathe it, enjoy it, play it to the full; whilst staying in the centre, the still point within, and so be the observer too…

This way can then consciously flow with the unfolding, delight in its symmetry and beauty… Or consciously work through a pattern, if the magnetic process is whirling us through a familiar cycle we would prefer to move on from…

In the case of finding myself drawn – by the promise of running on a long beach – to be staying near the birth place of Maricarmen, I felt it warranted a visit… To tread on the streets and the grey slate stones she played on as a child… To feel the energy of the beautiful town; to climb up a flight of steps with an orange tree planted almost at the top, and then continue higher, much higher up a steep winding path to the castle (which was closed 🙂

To then wander inside the crumbling walls of the old Medina high above the town, and eat on a terrace looking out over a limitless vista of breath taking views… To enjoy the ambience and beauty of this place, steeped in the energy of many lifetimes, and to wonder if I too may have stopped here awhile in a former life.

Maricarmen believes I have been Spanish in another life… I am encouraged by this… I must therefore – I figure – be able to remember how to speak my own language!

We drove ‘home’ speeding along the empty roads, with acres of dusty brown green beauty, etched in with fields of drying sunflowers, stretching as far as the eye could see… I gazed and wondered at the wind turbines, majestic, tall, slender beauty…

Engineering genius standing in harmony with the natural land… Modern man and nature collaborating to generate energy…

When we act with the spirit of co-operation and collaboration, possibilities and dreams can become manifest in limitless ways… The more we work to balance within ourselves and to cease any inner wars, then we see there is no ‘competition’. There is only the possibility of something much greater when we recognise our own skills… But also where we need the skills and energy of others… When we join together to make something more than before, then we see the wonderful possibility for creation within the spaces between us all…

Where ideas, talents, skills, art and creativity all blend and mix to make something new that couldn’t have happened before…