We Have All The Time In The World...
Today we rose an hour earlier... The light was glowing behind the mountains, magical, make - believe, anything could happen land ....
It was cooler to run... And although Tim loves the heat like we do... It seemed wiser to run along the paths still cool before the sun had reached them...
Starting earlier gave us more time too, for breakfast time, for recovery time...
Because Tim and I had an afternoon ahead of working together, exploring, reflecting... The space to be and to be still... To know that place, so that we can be there; always and in all ways...
Being present is mentioned, discussed, prevalent in today's dialogue about to to be in relationship together...
'Being present' is said to be the best present we can give someone; the presence of our self....
Last night as the three of us sat together under the cherry trees in Teide eating Tapas and Paella, we spoke about travelling on trains and planes and meeting people on the way... How the dialogues that spring from these encounters are often very connected, because the other is present, listening... But of course this is only a reflection of how present we are with ourselves...
Can we stay with ourselves at all times?
Because if we cannot stay with ourselves however are we to stay present with another...?
This morning as we ran, we chatted, when we could...! When the paths flattened out, when the tracks were downhill and our heart rates settled...
And the conversations ranged, as they often do on the run... In the moment, in each step the dialogue weaves and twists between us, new ideas, sharing with one another... Present with one another.
I discovered Tim's love of streams, of running water, the movement, the sound... Tim learnt more about Anadi and his understanding of life, of death, of time beyond, before and between this life, this body...
We laughed as we galloped downhill into Capiliera and Tim recounted his twenty mile run around Glastonbury this year...
He had gone to the festival with friends, and as he is in training for the Beachy Head Marathon this coming October, he had a twenty mile run planned for the Sunday he was there...
This entailed four laps of the ground...
He saw some of the same characters as he passed by them on each lap...
On one circuit he passed a thin older guy, with long hair in a pony tail, who said as he ran by... 'This is my last trip...'
Tim pondered on this as he ran, and wondered if he meant this was the last time he was going to Glastonbury...
'I thought maybe he was dying, and he was sharing this with me... And so the next lap, I stopped and asked him if he was okay, why was it his last trip...'?
'I'm on LSD man' the guy replied...
'Ah, yes...' Tim replied... 'So am I, I'm on LSD too... Long Slow Distance...'!
Fellow travellers on the path... But if we stay in each step, and allow the next one to take care of itself, we find we have all the time in the world and we can be present with whoever we might encounter on the run...
