The Moral Of This Tale...
We're on the rainy road to Sussex, having just come from a laundrette in West Bay... Sitting in the warm room, with a 'friend', to the background sound of the whir of washing machines and dryers while the rain beat down outside; was very reminiscent of university days... I would eventually take an enormous bin liner of clothes to be washed and would sit there watching it, reading or chatting with a friend...
We had washed our running kit (Anadi in this instance!) as we've found it's nicer travelling with clean clothes and it was my suggestion to bring them to the drier before we journeyed onwards...
Each morning we have run through West Bay on our run to Burton Bradstock... Today I was wearing a new polar watch plus HR monitor... Anadi now has my Tom Tom - and I am to be the official guinea pig and showcase for the software Anadi is creating at the moment... I am to upload each run onto the imedialibrary sports athlete management system, which is not quite finished...!
As we sat on the benches with our colourful kit tumbling round and round beside us; we talked of our 'lifestyle', and the risks we have taken and are taking...
'I don't feel I could take our life to anyone to advice on' I mused 'the risks might terrify them...' We laughed, 'And that could terrify me...!'
However, any fear that arises needs to be cleared anyway, and so if it fear does appear then it needs releasing... Anadi and I share a way of being that simply asks we clear the tension and trust....
'What do you think I need to work on? ' I asked him as we sat feeling like a couple of teenagers in a laundrette in Dorset... 'Where do you see I am stuck...? '
'You're not stuck' he said.... 'Okay, what do you see I need to work on then?'
He was silent for awhile... 'The tension in your left side' he said 'yes' I agreed ... 'I am too used to my left side having pain or tension somewhere...'
'I don't know what it's about' he said... 'But that's where you are holding tension...'
It is all too easy to get used to tension in our bodies, in so many forms... Pain in the body, stiffness, worry, illness, injury... All of which have an emotional element to them... This is not to say anything is our fault, but it is always worth investigating an imbalance in our system, whether that is through a cold, or a sore shoulder, or an emotional reaction to something....
When we have chronic pain, we can become so used to it as to not keep working through it, and instead become the bad back, the sciatica, the shoulder pain and miss the messages that our body is giving us... Or the link to energetic blocks to our true expression...
Later....
It's 4.34 and we are on the road again.... We stopped for a (very) late lunch... Impressed (as I often am) by the amount our waiter could carry all at once, I commented on his skill... 'Well I should be able to' he said, 'I've been in hospitality all my life'....
'How much of your life?' I asked, thinking of Spiros's daughter Aphrodite waiting on us in Corfu in her little apron aged six; her English already better than our Greek!
'Since I was eighteen' he replied, 'I'm thirty now, although I did have a six year break, but I came her two months ago.... I'm from Essex and I only moved here for this job...'
And so Anadi and I then made up his life story... 'I wonder what was his 6 year break was for...?' I said 'Maybe he was in prison' Anadi suggested, 'and now he has come here away from anyone who knows him to start again...'
And so we had a whole plot unfolding...
When we came to pay the bill Anadi asked him.... 'I went into Tarmacing roads.... But I missed the interaction, it was good money, but I was stuck on motorways and roads all day... I was often given the job of turning the stop and go sign for traffic... Because I was, apparently, the most polite Tarmac er they had ever met...!
The moral of this tale...
Projecting our own lives onto other people is a very common practice, and one to watch for..!
The way to find out about other people is to ask them....
