Different Paths
I am on the beach, a different beach today...
Quite a musicy beach, which is very nice now it is a softer sound... The bar man saw me looking for a quieter spot and turned the volume down...
The music is lovely but my body prefers music that isn't too noticeable...
This has been the same all of my life... I was at a Boy George (that dates me!) concert in Brighton some years ago, and I spent the second half in the bar instead of in the main auditorium, listening from there, because my solar plexus was hurting...
In fact it turned into a lovely reunion as an old friend was there working as a barman... I was sitting alone enjoying my solitude and appreciating the music at a lower volume... 'Dont say hello then'... A voice said laughingly...!
In the ten years since we had last met my friend had gained three or four stone, which explained my slowness in recognising him....
We had a very enjoyable 'catch up' to the background music of the concert!
My body is very responsive to sound...
In a positive way to music at a certain volume... Chanting and gongs resonate in a healing way, the sound of the wind, the rain, the cicadas at night, the sound of the sea transforms and opens...
Anadi spent much of his life playing, making and enjoying music, often at a loud volume... At the time I was leaving nightclubs and concerts because of my preference for a quieter life, he was going to bed at 6am after an all night session playing and composing music in the studio, just as I was getting up to run...
Different paths, different ways of choosing to live...
It is important that we always set off on our own path, always enquiring within 'which way am I going?' The path will unfold of itself and the people coming too will come along, and those already on the path we are travelling, we will meet along the way...
It is never helpful to ask 'who is coming too?
Before we check within and plot our course...
If we are clear in inquiring into our inner compass and are able to listen for the signals, we cannot do harm, we cannot hurt others or leave them behind...
This cannot happen if we are living from an open heart and clarity...
And so Anadi and I met on the path when our lives converged, crossed, joined...
And here we are...
He is in the sea, and I am at a table about to order my second cafe con leche....
Tim is in the air, nearer Gatwick now than Malaga...
The last four days have had a magical timeless quality to them, a series of moments creating a moment in time...
I believe Tim knows his way around Bubion and has orientated himself geographically better than we have....
We laughed last night, long and loud, 'couldn't stop laughing' laughter about my lack of sense of direction and navigational skills....
At one point on Sunday Tim asked me a question about the direction or whereabout of somewhere... Was it East or West from where we were? He enquired...
We were running uphill around a hairpin I recall...
'ummm, I'm not very good with East and West' I replied....
Last night Tim had us all in stitches of laughter retelling the story...
And of his swift decision to not go into any explanation at that point...!
