Our Hair Streaming In The Breeze
I am midair between Athens and Munich... Following a paper trail laid by Amy... I woke up at 5am this morning, was in the car by 5.20 and Anadi had left me at the departures gate before 6am...
The first stage of her trail lead me to Athens, where the clouds were heavy, the sky grey and rain was torrenting down... I didn't see much of Athens, a nice man at the airport tried to help me with the end part of my puzzle, but I was none the wiser and so decided to work that out in Munich and enjoy this flight....
I am flying over snow capped mountains now, which are shining under a sunny bright blue sky... I would take a picture, but the man in the aisle seat is fast asleep and I would need to lean across him...
There are signs of breakfast, and I am hungry... It is now 9.30am and I am between worlds....
As we took off from Athens, and I felt that familiar swooping feeling, I saw bright blue and sunny lightness as we rose into the sky above the clouds... I wondered if dying is anything like this, swooping off up and away out of our body and from all that is earthly... Away from all that we think we know, to what we truly know... And letting go...
I have been conscious of the end of life for all of my life, and aware of wanting to 'let go' now, while I am here, so that I can enjoy living here more fully, without the fear of it ending...
I have had the privilege to work with people at the end of their life, and I noticed that with the imminence of their passing, they 'let go' and there was no pretence or trying to be anything other than themselves...
And so as always, we return to being ourselves, and living this earthly transient life from this place, so that we are free to live it fully, because we have no fear of it ending...
Breakfast was fun, I love travelling, in this in between place... I have eaten some Greek Yoghurt with honey, and a very little brown roll with butter and jam and a very little cup of black coffee... It felt like a playing at having breakfast, like a doll's house tea party...
We are about to land and I have travelled back in time, and the weather is bright sunny, warm.... Into huge Munich airport, Suddenly new faces and a new tongue. What a magical world we live in now, that this is possible - three different countries in one day, and the sound of four different languages...
I walked out of the terminal in Marseilles airport, into a hot sunny day in France, to hear my brother Stuart's voice, calling me... And there he was!
We swept out of the airport, and sped along through the french countryside, hedgerows and fields bright with poppies, to arrive an hour later at his and Sue, my sister in law's home, here in Provence with cherry trees in the garden...
As I sat beside him I was reminded of when he first learnt to drive, and of his little racing green MG midget.... Oh how I loved to be in the car with my big brother then... My little sister Rosy and I would bundle in, and then he sped us through the lanes where we grew up... Our hair streaming in the breeze....
Everything is always changing, nothing stays static or still... But there is a constancy within our ongoing relationships...
Connection and love, enduring and unconditional..
later....
My brother was lying sunbathing on a lounger, when he suddenly got up and went into the kitchen...
I was sitting writing on the terrace, and he re appeared with a bottle of wine and a glass - he put it beside me and took lots of photos ... He says he is going to put them on facebook!
big brothers!
But then, I have always said that my alter ego was writing away in France, with a bottle of wine by my side, a black coffee and a roll up...!