The feet are naked once more, they stripped bare today!
Naked in Spain for a month – they called for freedom on the streets of London too
I stepped out into the road at 6.25am without my shoes on and ran to the gym…
The Kings road was starting to come alive, perhaps it never really sleeps…
At the Chelsea town Hall I turned left and there was the queue…
Early morning gym beings standing in line waiting for the doors to open and the party to begin.
A man smiled as he saw me padding down the road, shoes in my hand – to put on when I went inside!
After the gym I met (husband) Anadi on the corner by the town hall, and around Battersea Park we ran, my feet once more feeling every sensation, every smooth path or slightly ouchie terrain…
They are strong and my body is too…
I have been barefoot all my life, and worn shoes too…
Listening always to my inner compass, I have known when to shed the shoes or be shot once more…
My body was vulnerable after a collapse on my 60th birthday… It took months, maybe even years to fully recover, and my body asked that shoes be worn to support the journey, for as long as it would take…
When we have no time agenda ,or ‘got to get to’, or ‘when will I be like I was before?’, especially when perhaps the answer is ‘never’!
But instead live ‘Now’, letting the past disappear like the wake of the boat, and let the future be built out of the Now… The Now without the heaviness of any past patterns and traumas, stories and set backs -this is the place to build our future fun…
‘I think I will re activate the beach plan’ I mentioned to Anadi as we navigated our way through the park…
‘The plan to run on beaches all around the Uk, The world in my barefoot…
I think I will reactivate that plan….’
A new plan to play!
