The Crest Of The Hill...
Having phoned George, our new friend who took our clothes to be washed yesterday: we established that the laundry would not be ready until later on... So with 'household matters' taken care of, we had the morning free for another explorative run...
My foot felt strong and stable, and so we set off, uphill...
We continued to climb for the first mile, and I felt absolutely no (hoped for) extra energy benefit of three days rest...
A long uphill is a long uphill!
When Anadi started to run more, he had a idea that the hills would get easier... My experience of hills is that they don't get easier; I just know I can do them for as long as I am asked to...
This turned out to be six miles on one of our routes in the glorious Alpujarra mountains in Spain last summer..!
I have found this true of many things in life...
That they don't necessarily get easier, I just know I can do them...
Heart break and loss for instance...
Each time my heart has been broken through loss, either to death, or because the end of the relationship has come, the pain has felt the same...
Physical agony in my body...
The only difference as the years have gone by, is that I know the pain will lessen...
In time... And, that there is no point trying to escape it, as it simply stores itself away and eats us up...
The pain must come out...
The pain of loss... Of the relationship with another person, of a dream, or a home or a land...
And of course the lifelong quest to find the lost parts of ourself...
We are all united as human beings through pain and loss, and we can best help one another through truly healing our own hurt...
The more healed and whole we are, the more we are able to hold another's pain.
We will be able to be fully be with them; it is in the space of this knowing, that others feel safe to be able to let their pain out and so heal too...
And so I ran up the hill on a pain free foot, which only two days ago I could hardly put to the floor...
It felt rather like a miracle had occurred...!
Our plan was to run to Marselforn bay... The route meant we headed to Ramla Bay first, and then turned left along the edge of island...
I had mistakenly projected that the route would be flat from Ramla...
How wrong can you be...?!
'Ooh er' Anadi exclaimed... I looked to where he was looking...Up!
The road wound up, and up and out of sight ...
It was a very steep hill to Marsalforn, and a very long one...
We ran along in silence.
Putting one foot in front of the other brings you to the top of any hill, any heart break, any thing, small steps, keeping moving and the crest of the hill appears...
We ran through Marselforn and there was a sign for the bay, which we followed... Stopping to buy a bottle of water from an old lady who had a stall selling woollens, beautifully made, all by her...
We found our way to an old building, and followed the path to the bay...
And then discovered that we had run a circle and we were not where we thought we were at all, but back at Ramla, we had missed Marselforn bay completely!
Another time, another expedition, but for now we made our way up the 2k hill out of Ramla and back home again....
