The Illusion Of Time
Kay and I concluded our 'work time' together over a long lunch with Anadi... And now she is on her way to the pool to lie down in the sun...
I hesitated then to write the word 'work'...
I have looked up the meaning and this is what it says...
'Activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a result...'
This sounds quite a powerful and positive explanation - but 'work' is also often synonymous with 'labour, toil, exertion, effort, slog, drudgery...'
And the truth is that even though Kay and I have spent a lot of time together, which has involved focus and commitment and a degree of effort... It is more a 'practice' than 'work'...
And hopefully not felt like toil or slog or drudgery!
The time together has been more about learning, re learning and the deepening the practices of transforming and transmuting ... Clearing anything that might be blocking full and true self expression.
This practice is not about 'achieving a result', 'achieving' is an oxymoron in terms of practicing to simply clear the way for our true self to shine through.
In so doing so we discover there is nothing to do, nowhere to go, no result to achieve.
As I write I recognise that in that case I need to change the tab on my website that says 'working with Julia'... To something else!
Last week I started to write for a beautiful new website called 'Soulfully Connecting'...
This is my introduction piece! My first article goes up tomorrow...
I am to write on a Tuesday, which rather appeals as I was born on a Tuesday;
'Julia's Gone Running' was also born on a Tuesday, and now my articles for Soulfully Connecting will be born each week on that same day...
I rather like Tuesdays; but then I rather like a Mondays and Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays too!
Living as I do now, I frequently forget what day of the week we are in...
It is Lunes today here in Spain.... Monday in England.
I have no set 'thing' that happens on a set day anymore... Not even the long Sunday run...
But we live in a world that organises the chaos through the myth of time, day, date... And so planes and trains are booked, dates to arrive at a new place, races to be run....
I have been training to run a race in Greece, twenty miles around lake Ioannina... But yesterday I was informed that the date has been changed because of the Greek elections...
I will now be in London, not Greece, on the new race date...
I was reflecting as I ran today, that running twenty mile training outings in the mountains were carried out with this race in mind... I was glad of the motivation of the race to encourage me to run that far... The experiences were profound.
But would I have done so without the 'illusion' it now transpires of the race ahead...?
Who knows!
I do know however, that I love to run as a daily practice... The sun was burning off the mist today as Anadi and I ran. I took him on the coastal path to Marbella, that I ran long yesterday... As we jogged back along the San Pedro promenade, a pigeon flew right across my path; I had to 'stop on a sixpence' so as not to trip over him...
On looking up pigeon totem... It spoke of communication, connection, of family love and an unconditional sense of belonging...
