A Serenade To Anadi
I believe anything is possible' I said to Anadi, when he had asked me if I thought I could run as fast as I used to...
But I also always work with 'what is'...!
I have this orientation in my own life, and in the lives of those I work with...
We live in a universe that is bound up with time, 'things take time'... And for a human journey this works quite well, because we have an opportunity to investigate our inner workings, and see what we are really and truly 'putting out there'...
What do we really believe and think and feel...? This is reflected in all the people, and the events and situations we encounter...
And so today I ran 10 x 300 meters with100m recovery, half walk/ half jog....
In exposing myself to distances, and times, and the track... I find my speed has all but vanished... !
I am aware that the 'fun of finding out' is what is motivating me...
What IS possible with a body that has memory of fast running within it...? Thirty earth years ago...
What can bodies do?
There is much written about, and being investigated into the fact that the body regenerates every year; but our thought patterns are what keep us within the paradigm of how we age, and all that we associate with this journey from birth to death...
One of the advantages of travelling the globe as we do, is that we are less bound by any past memories... Because we are not around anyone who knows....
I regularly forget how old I am... Although it is now being reminded me in races...!
I went to collect the 5k race result sheet the other day and discovered I was 2nd woman, recorded as being in the 55 - 59 age group (because I am!) finishing 32 seconds behind a young woman in the 14 - 19 year old age group!
Later...
An old Spanish man has just left our table... He came up to Anadi and I as we sit once again in the blue cafe, and engaged us in a long conversation... He brought out pictures of friends and family, and of himself, and seemed unperturbed by our lack of Spanish, and the fact we understood maybe ten words of the ten minute conversation...
He appeared to live in his own world anyway, so language wasn't really important at all... It was the time we spent, smiling, nodding, looking at photos and saying Si and muy buen...
The language of the heart and soul once more was all that really mattered, and connection through smiling eyes...
Later still...
We have just enjoyed tapas and beer; shandy for me...!
The old man is now at our table again and singing a serenade, very beautifully, to Anadi...
