Two Worlds Colliding...
I am sitting by an open window in the colourful room, which is flung wide open... The sun shining brightly, hot on my back... The air is very clean, with a sharp bite of chill to it... So my back is hot and my hands are cold!
This morning we looked up at the mountain peaks and saw that they had been 'snowed on' in the night, before changing to the rain which we had heard falling heavily, while we were cosy in our bed...
The roads were still shiny wet when we drew back the curtains... The path behind Imlil lodge was a bit muddy once we set off - without Ismail - I think I scared him off yesterday when I did my hill session...
He had been sitting with two friends, playing a game with stones in the yard, and they idly watched me chasing up and down the hill from the Lodge...
As he finished clearing away our dinner last night, I noticed in his energy that he was sliding out of the run...
He murmured something about having left his shoes at his home, and so he couldn't run with us...
'I am so sorry, very sorry..' He said as he tried to get out of the door as fast as possible...
We were of course reassuring that we didn't mind at all...
'Phew' Anadi said as he shut the door on us...
'I reckon I scared him with my hill running' I spoke my thoughts out, laughing to Anadi... 'He is unaware how much better he would be on the rough terrain than me!'
And so Anadi and I set off together this morning, clambering up the steep path behind our Lodge...
We just kept going up...
We walked.
'I don't feel like running up here' I said as we hadn't even broken into a trot...
'I'm happy with that' Anadi said, 'we can run down!'
We reached a high point, where we were cradled by high peaks rising up all around us; I was inspired to sing the Gayatri Mantra to the heavens above me... My voice echoed around the mountains, and the energy of this powerful mantra came back to me multiplied...
And then we ran down the hill to our breakfast...
There is a peaceful slow pace to life here, lots of sitting around happens... They seem to have adjusted to Anadi and I living amongst them, not questioning what we are doing or why...
Ismail pops his head around the door to me occasionally and enquires 'okay?' I respond 'yes, all okay' and he says 'all good?' And I say 'yes all good' and so we have a routine and a rhythm now and our relationship is at ease....
There is not a woman in sight, until we climb up into the mountains and pass by the homes of the people, and there we witness the women at work...
Here it is a man's world...
The women that pass through the lodge are westerners, another breed to them, a source of income. Three people, a man and two women, appeared today and they have been taken trekking...
But once again I am reminded to be the change, to heal any part of me that is still not owning the power of the female energy, any part of me that can still be crushed or abused by the male energy rather than owning it wholly in me in the positive...
I am reminded to completely embrace my female energy, to celebrate and nurture it, and integrate my male energy to create the balance within... The balance of male; female, creative; destructive, yin; yang and so become the change in the world...
Later...
I repeated my mini hill session this afternoon.
I let myself out into the road, a little boy played in the road just down from me, otherwise not a soul in sight...
But as I ran I felt like something out of a scene in 'The Celestine Prophecy.'
I was aware of people appearing, of being watched, a man on the roof, another near the kitchen door and one of the steps...In their long robes.
Two worlds colliding on the side of a mountain.
