Treading Lightly...
Gozo is a beautiful little island, the pace is slow and kind... It feels a bit like going back in time, and in November life is even more quiet and slow...It is a sunny isle with turquoise blue seas and it doesn't rain much - except for most of last week!
But this week is warm and sunny and easy.
The island is 9 miles by 4 miles, and there seems to be a lot of churches for a piece of land this tiny... They stand up on the horizon wherever you look, beautiful, ornate, big sandy flat stones, rising up central to the people of this place.
I used the flat space at the top of the steps of one of the churches near us, for my stretching and the steps for my 200 each leg 'step-up' routine.
I like the energy there, and the emptiness, and the expanse of 'stony floor' for me to stretch on, as I look out over the sparkling sea to the islands of Malta, Comino and Cominetto.
Another mile up the road in the next village, the church there has a star on the ground in front of it... I like to stand in the middle of it, feeling the energy of the earth rising up through my feet...
I have read about the ley lines of energy in Qala, this village... There is a monument, a standing stone called Qala menhir somewhere nearby, which I have not yet disocovered!
There is so much history on this land, and as always I enjoy running through it, treading where others have trod before... Hoping to tread lightly, so that my journey on this planet as my life unfolds, is one of light steps... Barefoot steps more recently!
My barefoot journey is strengthening me hugely.
There is a small football pitch a mile up (very definitely up!) the road, which has that asphalt/ man made grass texture....
It is a delight to run there with no shoes on at all...
The other night Anadi and I ran laps while three boys kicked a ball about, and the sun set gently behind the sea...
It felt like those days after school, when my sister Rosy and I would play in the garden, racing around without any shoes on, practising high jump and hurdles as the sun got lower in the sky... Pleading with our father to play badminton with us the moment he walked through the garden gate, after a long communte home from London!
On Sunday Anadi and I ran to Ramla, the beach empty....
All our own.
A plan is forming within me to run on many beaches in my bare feet; I am making a list...
I have discovered the longest sandy beach in the world is 158 miles long! It is called Praia do Cassino Beach, and it is in Brazil
I think it will take a while to run the length of it!
