I have been running barefoot on Famara beach again…
It is a long beach, three miles long when the tide is properly low, with firm sand, and an orange ball of sun above, shining down from the ‘oh so blue’, cloudless sky.
The waves crash on the beach, rainbows dancing in their spray
The surfers are surfing….
Eight years ago I came to this land, and I watched the surfers running around with no shoes on
My feet asked that they too could run free …
Shoeless on the sand…
And then after that first run along the beach, my feet stayed bare or nearly bare for six years long…
But then in recent years, running seemed hard; my body hadn’t recovered properly from an ‘event’ on my 60th birthday… I had fallen down, unconscious – and my spirit had left – briefly – to return almost immediately
‘Wouldn’t it have been symmetrical to die on my birthday,’ I had said to Anadi as I lay on the bathroom floor
It was my re birth day and I am glad that it happened….
But my body took a long time to recover – and running felt so much harder… It lead me back into shoes, because they felt to give me more support – and then to racing races in the ‘super shoes’ of today….
A different phase for awhile
But here – in Lanzarote – in these last ten days, my feet have said to me ‘please leave the shoes behind’ – and now my body has been happy to follow my feet’s request….
So we will see what happens next…
I have followed my feet before, they appear to know the way…!
Which direction the adventure will take…
Life an ever unfolding adventure
In each moment
There is only this moment
Now
