Watery Red Morning...
Yesterday evening Anadi was giving Dwight another imedialibrary tutorial before he goes to show it to folk in South Africa...
I was sitting looking at the sky and the sea, with a Cappuccino in front of me...
I watched the view of the mountains and the land across the bay completely disappear, and dark grey and black clouds roll in....
The sky suddenly lit up, the air rumbled...
The flashes continued, they lit up the sky in a blue mauve hue, and sometimes a sudden shaft of bright light shot down in a jagged fork to the sea...
It looked like Prospero was in charge, pointing his arm and forefinger at the sky...
I have always loved Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' and was fascinated by Prospero learning sorcery from books, sorcery so powerful that he was able to control even the weather...
But of course that power is within us all... We are the weather, we are one another, and so we are all colluding in our energetic patterns...
I spent a week on a shamanic course exploring sorcery or 'the misuse of power'... We explored how many things are done in the name of love, which are in truth about control manipulation need and expectation....
But then I am interested in the collusion between us all at the energetic level... If we have been controlled by another or manipulated, then ultimately our healing will arise from investigating the 'something within us' that was open to that?
If we truly know that we are responsible for ourselves, and that there is no one to blame, then there can be no sorcery...
Only magic...
If right from the word 'go' we were given the message from the adults around us, that 'this is your life and it is up to you... You can question everything we say... Our job is to guide you towards being yourself...'
'You are the master of your fate
you are the captain of your soul'
How different things might be...
The storm gathered momentum... We returned to Stefanos Place for supper, darting through the heavy drops of rain to shelter...
Giorgos, Soiros and Nikos were there with little Aphrodite who danced on the edge of the rain...
We watched in awe as the storm ricocheted around the island...
And then later in bed, Anadi and I heard thunder crashing around us, and the rain hammering on the windows...
It was still very hot, we threw the sheets off and lay listening to nature letting off steam...
This morning the sun was out again...
As I ran along Ipsos seafront I was inspired by a lady on the beach...
I am guessing her to be thirty years older than me...
She was wearing a bathing suit and her feet were bare...
She was going through an exercise routine which included small runs along the pebbles in her bare feet and then sideways running back before running forward again...
Her routine gave me a sense of timelessness...
Her body looked old, but her spirit was still young, running and jumping and leading her feet to do the same on the stony sunny beach in Corfu ...
After swimming I let the surf wash me onto the shore, and I lay being moved about in the waters edge, my eyes shut, the sun making me see red light shining....
And there was nothing else but this watery red morning.
