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Occasionally Stumble Over the Truth…

Anadi and I ran together for a last run on our endless beach…

The playa with a timeless feel to it, so easy to cover the miles… Today we spotted six other barefoot runners, brown bodies, brown feet blending with the landscape; and as we ran we watched the beach get busier, the surfers starting to surf, children racing around, squealing with delight… More and more beach dwellers treading across the slats of the long wooden bridge like the march of the penguins…

Arriving as we left..

After breakfast we drove three hours to Malaga; and here we are.

I have been on an explore and I found the beach; landing on it feeling rather like an alien… Loving the atmosphere of this urban seaside town, sunny bright noisy, cars, people, tall palm trees reaching high into the sky; beside buildings, restaurants… A ferris wheel spinning slowly round; it’s chairs swinging in precarious joy beside a cruise ship…

So much life, living…

Everywhere we go, people; so many people and activity and movement, all around us living their lives…

As we live ours…

Each of our lives, unique, moving changing, whirling through lifetimes around and around we go on this merry go round of energy…

Standing on the beach amidst it all, it was like I was invisible… It felt like I had turned on the channel to ‘Malaga beach on Tuesday evening…’ and was watching it alone in my room… The play of life living itself out…

We dined later, in a bar on the pavement by the sea – it was 10pm and we reflected how again we have crept later and later into Spanish time; not going to sleep til 1pm; breakfast after running at 11ish, lunch at 4pm, dinner at 10pm…

Flowing with the ways of the land, the energy of the people.

We tried to go to bed a bit earlier as I had an early morning running plan, but it was still half past midnight when we turned out the lights…

Wednesday…

Despite the short night I felt good running along the red stone promenade as day dawned… The sun rising warmly over the hills of Malaga…

I am now completely at ease in my bare feet wherever I am; both in terms of the strength they have gained that makes running a joy; interestingly easier to run on the stone slabs again instead of the sand!

And I don’t mind at all when people look; not a bit…

How easy it is to adapt to new things… To stretch and after a while find something that felt uncomfortable before, has becomes the norm, easy… A part of our natural way of living…

I reflected of course that this works both ways; the yin to the yang… How  a habit of say drinking a bottle of whisky each day doesn’t usually happen in one fell swoop, or a packet or two of cigarettes didn’t start all at once… Or working too hard, at the expense of other aspects of life, like health, relationship, joy…

Or not talking about important things with a partner… When the initial promise in the glow of the romantic delightful first stages of love, was to share everything – even the difficult stuff… And then to find that when the difficult stuff arises, instead of sharing and working it out, there is a ‘hope’ it will go away by itself, then silence and squirming – for awhile – until it becomes normal… To not speak, to not share…

Instead what is normal is to eat and drink more than before, to work to excess, to hide from our truth… These things might have felt uncomfortable at first, but now are the norm…

It is the same process when stretching to grow, to become all that we can… To open to the new, the bright, brilliant and true.

It might be hard to say those words first to a loved one, that you fear won’t be well received, or to make a different choice in a restaurant; to stretch to the new…

Or in my case to walk out into the throng with my feet bare, only my sparkling blue jewels adorning them and to feel exposed, naked, seeing people looking, sometimes saying a few words to each other… Not liking the attention my bare feet drew…

But I am now used to it… It’s easy and comfortable… My barefoot journey has taken its time, but step by step it’s leading me home…

Stretching to grow is about a deeper listening; below the influences of parents society culture what others might think… We can all tune deeply into our inner voice if we choose…

But even on hearing an inner truth, many choose not to listen, or choose not to act…. Fearing chaos, anarchy, disapproval rejection, wild freedom, loss, the unknown ahead…. So instead they reject it – and themselves in the process – preferring to live without their own truth…

As Winston Churchill said… ‘Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened…’

 

 

 

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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