The Story Of Our Life
Today I was sitting in my office on the terrace, when a family arrived for their holiday... Stefanos place is built on the side of a hill, which means steep paths, and steps to get up to the terrace, and more steps to get to the apartments....
The family were hot and travel tired, so I greeted them and went for water and biscuits and made some tea.... Anadi discovered the key was in the door of their apartment, so this meant they could move in....
The family and I chatted while they sat and took in the beauty of the view and enjoyed their drinks and biscuits... We introduced ourselves; Julie, Tom and their son Bill... Bill has just completed his first year at Loughborough university and so we were comparing notes....
My (short) time there was a long time ago...!
But suddenly as we chatted, I had a flashback to the Loughborough sports awards dinner and dance... I had got 'carried away' with the wine, and my friends were finding getting me home a little problematic... They hailed a random passing car, bundled me into it, and the people who had stopped to 'help' bundled me out at Forest Court - where they had been requested to take me - and left me in a heap on the ground due to my 'not being able to stand up state...'
Ahhh memories...! All stored up inside us somewhere, the memories of a lifetime...
To live here, now, fully present and enjoying each moment, it is important that our memories hold no 'charge'...
This can take a lot of work of course, but it is the way to be clear and here...
This way, the memories are simply the story of our life, to be enjoyed from time to time... Anecdotes to entertain, to watch like a film....
That particular occasion, one of my friends said to me some weeks later, that he would always have an overriding memory of me at the dinner that night. He commented that I had arrived looking fabulous and glamorous in a long black silk dress, and then he had seen me later looking 'less glamorous', sitting bcak with my feet up on a table...
I wonder if he still has this memory...
We hold memories of one another... But the images and pictures we have of events, and of each other are not necessarily the same memories as others have, or even how the person themselves recalls the tme...
We are responsible for the way we see things, and this can at times feel hard.... To recognise that we might be projecting our own image onto an event...
And of course this can happen to us... Other people might be projecting through their own filter onto us....
And so we must simply keep as transparent and as clear as possible, and then whatever others project into us will not land or stick. It also follows that we will be more prepared to truly get into the world of another, rather than projecting our own picture onto them....
Last night Anadi and I sat talking, eating and enjoying being together again.... Before we slept we stood together on the balcony feeling the power from the bright full moon, casting her silver light over the sea.....
We slept with her bright sheen glinting through our light curtains, and then this morning drove up to the highest point on the island....
Each new cycle of the moon feels magical, and opens to more possibilities and powerful positive spells being cast!
I ran twelve miles - two laps round the summit of Mount Pantokrator... Anadi chose to run one lap and then sit in the sun enjoying the awesome view from the mountainside.... We then drove down the winding road to the shore, to swim and swim in this beautiful 'warm ' now, turquoise blue Ionian ocean....
The scene has changed here quite dramatically since I left only last Friday....
There are people lying on the beach and swimming in the sea, the bars are becoming more crowded.... Holiday time is here...
Tonight I ran down to Dwight's bar....
I can run a route that means I cover three miles and then meet Anadi for Angela's, Dwight's wife, amazing homemade chocolate brownie with ice cream.....
Happy days, creating new memories and the story of my life....