Living The Change We Want To See...
I am a friend of Malaga airport...
I have journeyed here twelve times in the last two months... I know the back way down to arrivals and back up again, we ran up the moving belt which was going down... It made us giggle, simple things bring giggles; running the wrong way up along moving belts and escalators has always entertained me...!
And being knocked about by waves, I hear the laughter coming from me...
And so I know Malaga airport and its entrances and exits; I can find my way to car parks and some tucked away loos... Beside which, for a few weeks, there seemed to be a man living...
He was always there, surrounded by suit cases, often open and jumbled... He seemed somehow 'settled in'... This was my story anyway. It might be that we were just at the airport at the same time!
I love airports... I love them so much, that the announcement of a nearly three hour delay to our flight today filled me with joy...
'Oh brilliant' I said, 'we have time to sit about and have coffee...'
'I'm up for that...' Anadi agreed.
The Internet was very slow, and so I have not been able to do any internetty stuff, but I just love the 'in between lands' nature of an airport...
I have always loved being nowhere, I have always liked journeying....
When my friend Ange was staying with us, here in Spain recently, we were remembering the time we drove to Mombassa together... We were in the car driving for eleven hours - extended somewhat by my poor map reading out of Nairobi in the morning, which took us miles and miles in the opposite direction! - we had talked for nine hours solid on the flight from London - slept a night - and then off we had driven...
'We didn't want the journey to end...' we echoed as we told Anadi details of our adventure...
I love being nowhere, journeying to somewhere that we don't know...
For this same reason, I like life.
I like journeying to where we don't know, to death, to life... Just a host of spirits experiencing being human, journeying together..
It seems incomprehensible that this short speck of time, in the aeons of time, should often be so hard, and so desperate...
And yet we are all responsible... Whatever is going on, anywhere at all, is to do with our collective energy...
We are making this up together; and so we are responsible for our every breath, our every thought, our every reaction, our every interaction...
If we commit to be true within ourselves, and so it follows, with each and every human being we come into contact with, then interaction by interaction we can contribute to being the change... To living the change.
'Being the change we want to see in the world...'
Later...
We have arrived in a lively place, loud music and bright colours - and fast food....
We are hungry...
This 'lit up' building was like an oasis on the road when everything else seemed closed...
Open twenty four hours it said, we swept in with delight!
We landed at Gatwick and zoomed to Richard, Anadi's sales manager, to pick up our post which he had picked up from our 'virtual address' the day before...
We have to have an address here to be able to keep our money in a bank in the UK...
Richard knew we had a long journey ahead, so he met us in his driveway with the letters and on we sped...
We are somewhere on the A11... In England, which feels cooler than Spain... We seem to be adaptable to climate variations...
But we have discovered that Nomadic life is turning out to be an ongoing training ground for adaptability and being in the moment!
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