The Space Between Thoughts And Judgement...
I ran today, a gentle 5k, to ease back in again after the trails and challenges of 'Kassios Dias' last Sunday…
Down the hill to Ipsos I ran, and then turned right, along to the chalky dusty football ground, with the flowers and grass growing through the pebbles and whiteness.
I circled it a few times, before jogging back to the promenade to meet Anadi… We swum in the ‘getting warmer, a little bit, sea’, before enthusiastically making our way to sit in the sun and eat our breakfast at Lagoon…
Denise who owns the bar, asked Anadi how it has come about that we are here until June… He told her our story ‘You have created “The life”...' she smiled… ‘And you both look so in love – it is good to see…’
An account of the beginning of our ‘love story’ will soon be available to read…! My book is finished…
Si sent me the completed document yesterday, and Hannah and Athena Jane have nearly finished the cover… We are almost there.
Most of the book takes place two years, and over, ago. As I re-read it, the events seem to have happened a very very long time ago… more than just two journeys around our sun.
As well as being Anadi’s and my story, the book offers guidance and ideas about relating… It invites the reader to explore relationship more deeply, should they want too of course…
This is a paragraph from the introduction…
‘So, as well as a story, the book is also intended as a guide to ‘conscious relationship’. I have opened my heart and been entirely honest about all the ups and downs of my relationship with Anadi, in the hope that it will serve as an example of the many pitfalls and possibilities that a couple will come across whilst attempting to consciously relate with each other.’
It can of course, simply be read as a tale of two people meeting and finding out what happened next…!
We moved inside the Lagoon, to be out of the direct sunlight, and instantly feeling the lack of warmth, I put my top on which I bought in St Lucia…
It is a lovely top, big and baggy, and it has streaked colours of blue and turquoise, with ‘St Lucia’ in big blue letters written on the back…
Suddenly I heard Lucia our waitress - and friend now - exclaim in delight… ‘My name, I must have this… It has my name on the back…’
I took my top off there and then and handed it to her… It had come home.
The sweat shirt that started in St Lucia, has travelled far, to find its way to back to another Lucia…
Being nomads means that we have a limit of how much we can carry onto a plane, and around with us too... And so I like to recycle my clothes, this way I always carry the same weight, but clothes are ever changing…
It appears it is time for a new top… My St Lucia jersey had done its time with me…
This afternoon we spent 'sacred space time' on our balcony in the sun… I love the space we now regularly create to just be together; as our time came to an end today, we were agreeing, that it makes complete sense to put the time aside…
It is what we do with everything else in our life… time is allocated to working and running and eating and writing and swimming…
Just being together with one another, in any friendship or relationship, with the space empty and sacred allows for a presence that is deeper and more connected… And for the time together to have its own unfolding, and its own rhythm each time...
We enjoyed the delicious feeling of the sun on our naked bodies, we ate baklava and drank coffee, and chatted and chanted too…
Our chanting, which went up all the way up each chakra and then down again, was quietly sung – because right below us the swimming pool rang with laughter and splashing and children’s voices…
When we peeked our heads over the wall, the white sun beds under the cloudless blue sky, had relaxing folk on them. They lay still, soaking up the warmth, while beside them there was splishes and sploshes, and sudden shrieks of delight from three little blond haired girls in the water…
And above them all, we sun bathed and chatted in our sacred space..
'In order to access the grace and power of heaven, we must first learn to live within the gap, that sacred space between our thoughts and judgments'.
Rocco Grecco
