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Enjoying Marrakech, Enjoying Riad Saba, Enjoying the Difference…

The dust was whipping all around the streets, whirling around, stinging our eyes, getting into our mouth if we didn’t keep is closed tight…

The bright blue sky, and searing heat, that had greeted us when we arrived, was replaced by heavy humid grey… We had lunched in a little restaurant with brightly coloured table cloths, on delicious Moroccan salads, and the round flat sweet bread we are familiar with here…

Bartering over the price of six bottles of water – on our way back – we made our way through the throng of vendors eager for us to buy… Kittens and cats got under the feet of the locals, while mopeds – not pausing or slowing – dodging and winding their way through, skimmed right by us…

We are back in Marrakech, the noises, smells and energy so familiar to us…

Now we are sitting alone in the Riad Saba… A little bird is flying about, swooping and occasionally landing for a drink on the water feature in the middle. The uncustomary wind is settling, the cover over the open sky of the roof garden has stopped billowing and flapping…

While we were eating our lunch, I had a text from Fi… It was she who bought me the surprise gift of the tinkly silver delights to adorn my naked feet… I love them so much, and enjoyed dancing my way through Gatwick today, and then stepping out onto the hot runway of Marrakech with the sound of my bells, letting everyone know of my whereabouts….

Thank you Fi, for the fun and the sparkle and the joy 🙂

The sound of the call to prayer is starting up again… I love it, the primal energy, no words, just sound filling the air…  I can feel it in my body, the heat is static, I am in a completely different land again… No running as yet today; but in a little while we intend to venture out when some of the heat has left the day.

As we walked through the streets, alive with movement, colour, different smells and sounds to London, to Devon, to Spain… It felt more like being part of a film set, dropping in and falling into step… Walking along, joining in with ‘The march of the penguins’, to keep circling around the eternal cycle on this planet…

The journey we are all on, from birth to death…

Sometimes we attempt to forget this inevitability by creating chimeras of certainty here in life; where there is none… The only certainty is death, and life everlasting… Through the birth of the new, and the march of us all to pave the way for those who are following in our footsteps…

Therefore if each step is a conscious one, and a joyous one – and our tread on the planet is light – then we lead the way to freedom rather than creating resistance and shackles of fear…

 

 

 

I have been running all of my life – it feels I was born to run. In the running step I experienced freedom and my true expression. I came to see that I needed to ‘get out of the way of myself’ and let my energy flow through the running step; allow it to express itself in the dance and the motion of running. I ran for England and GB for some years. My first international was in 1979, a three mile cross country race; and I continued to run at international level until 1993. Two of my best results were first place in the Dublin City Marathon in 1985 and 7th place woman, 3rd British woman in the 1986 London Marathon in a time of 2.36.31, which gained me selection for the Commonwealth Games.

As a little girl I ran barefoot for many years, and then I put on shoes to race around the world. Fifty years later I am travelling the world as a nomad with my husband Anadi and I have taken off my shoes and I am running barefoot again….

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