Journeying To The Alpujarra Mountains...
'Corfu has been a brilliant training ground for me' I said as we wound our way up the mountain road... 'Driving here feels easy in comparison...! And not nearly as traumatic as last year...'
'Not as traumatic for me either' Anadi laughed... 'Last year I was almost in your lap, trying to avoid the edge....!'
We landed in Malaga at lunch time today, and headed off for the mountains, with Anadi driving....'Shall we stop for lunch by the sea...?' I suggested, seeing it sparkling below us as we whizzed along the motorway...
We wandered into a restaurant on the beach - not exactly sure where we were - the waiter asked us if we would like a drink (in Spanish) and I answered in Spanish...
'This is rather mad' I said to Anadi, 'I have just downloaded my 'learning Greek app' and learnt my first ten words (which I already knew) and here we are... Another land, a new land, a brown and dusty hot land, with terracotta houses and mountains rising up....
As we got nearer the Alpujarra's, I took over the driving, to make sure I could get myself 'into it' again.... And off we went, little clusters of white buildings nestling in the mountains above us, charting our path; one of them our destination.... Up and up we climbed...
On the way up we passed a young woman hitch hiking... I stopped and Anadi opened the door, she popped her head in and asked if we could take two... Her boyfriend then appeared magically, seemingly from nowhere...!
They told us a story about going for a walk down the road and now needing to get back to their car, so that they could go to help their 'ill friend' who couldn't walk because he felt too ill; and then they suddenly asked us to drop them off where there was no evidence of a car anywhere...
It felt very 'Celestine Prophecy...' Anadi and I agreed we could make any story up we liked. We wondered whether there was any significance to our chance meeting...
And now we are in Bubion, the sun is setting below the mountains... Magnificent, magical, mountains. The day is still hot.
We unloaded all we own from the car we had just picked up at the airport... Our hand baggage, which essentially holds only our computers - although I also carry notebooks and a kindle too! And a rucksack each, which holds everything else...
'How long do you think you will live like this' my lovely cousin Carol asked me when we stopped with her for lunch on our way down to Eype in Dorset, a couple of weeks ago....
'I imagine always' I replied... 'I have never wanted to own much, and I feel now that I am really living true to myself and my nature'
It feels better if we live true to our own nature, in alignment with our soul energy... If we go against ourselves then it causes us distress and pain... Even if we don't really notice sometimes, because the scripts we have been taught can be so imprinted... But the heart never stops directing us if we listen, it's voice can get very quiet if we continue to ignore it, but then it might shout loudly through a dramatic event occurring in our life...
Finding my way back to my self and to living in a way that truly suits me has been a lifelong path; and continues... It has been worth all the twists and the turns, and even the times I have tried to 'conform' or 'please another' have been valuable... Because every path I went down showed me the way, even if it was to discover it wasn't my way...