The other day, I remembered that when I originally started running about without my shoes on I thought that it would be fun to run along beaches all over the world in bare feet…
I even announced that this was what I would be doing; and that I would be vlogging and blogging about it!
But that didn’t happen at all!
Instead – I ran across Spain…
How ever did that happen?
I used to say to anyone that asked me – and they often asked with slight or extreme incredulity – that my feet made the decision, that it was nothing to do with me.
In many ways this was true…
When we learn to be still, to silence the mind and remain in that silent space, moment by moment… Then life unfolds from that space.
It rolls out in front of us, from the inside out.
The mind has the potential to be incredibly creative when we are silent and we learn to be its master and not the other way round…
But when we have forgotten our silence, and instead have let the noisy mind take over our lives… It plans and thinks relentlessly… It analyses and worries and goes over and over things – it creates and re creates stories
It’s what the mind does.
And so to be silent takes lots of practice, and more practice.
To become the master of the mind, and simply to use it from the silence, to create from silence rather than fear…
To breathe in and find the silence in the breath, to stay there and know that this is the essence of us; who we truly are.
We are all born from the silence
It is the essence of every one of us.
To breathe out and find the silence at the bottom of the breath.
And then all manner of things unfold that we might never have previously thought…
One minute I was a nomad, owning nothing more than I could carry in my hand luggage; the next I am living in a flat in Chelsea and working from an office in Piccadilly…
I still don’t own much..
More books..
I own more books, but not much else.
And I sometimes wonder what plans my feet may have…
From the silence within…