Anadi and I set off on another Sunday adventure…
When we arrived in Kensington gardens, I suggested a new game for our run – more fun on the run…
‘Why don’t we take it in turns at every cross roads or junction or path going this way or that -,to take it in turns to say which way we to run – and whether to walk, run or stretch out and run as fast as we can…!
It was fun, this run… Twisting and turning, jogging and racing our way around the gardens and Hyde Park… Each turn a new possibility, a new vista opening up…
Like life
Shall we turn this way or that, every moment holding multiple directions down which to travel, to create, to experience, to uncover, to discover ….
The road less travelled
The road never ever travelled before….
The day was sunny bright warm, a beautiful October day; rich with the smell that I know as this autumn month… Heralding a shedding of the old before a time of sleep and then the re birth into spring…
It felt full of possibilities and joy… We ran to the statue of Albert and I sat at his feet… ‘It feels like a holiday again today’ I said
Yes – Anadi replied ‘every day a holiday..’
A holy day
When we are present , when we stay with our breath, when our mind is still then every day truly is a holy day
A holy holi day…
We sat awhile longer and a little squirrel came and scampered all about our feet, really close – he came so close we could practically touch his multi coloured textured tail, waving behind him, soft like a dandelion; then he stood on his back legs, little paws in front…
‘I’m so sorry’, I said ‘We haven’t got any food..’ Later we looked up the squirrel spirit energy – ‘Make sure you’re having fun…’ it reminded ‘Play is essential too’
Our run had felt like ‘playtime’, racing across the grass, jogging round the lake – racing once again, and then taking a walking break…
It felt like being out with my friend all day, when i was very young – playing, running about, flopping down for awhile – and then off again…
We finished at our usual watering hole… The duke of York square and as we ate our Danish pastries and drank our coffee, with the buzz of life, of love or people enjoying being together, eating together, drinking together; a wasp flew up to me – (I thought they had all gone by now!) and landed on my arm, she then buzzed around me and I could feel the flutter of her wings near my skin making a light breeze…
My next totem for the day…
In she flew…
Wasp, beautiful and perfect – with her stripy yellow and black coat – in every way…
I looked up her meaning too…
She said ‘Wake up’… I am not sure what I must wake up to…
But I am keeping my eyes and all my senses open and aware…
Perhaps it is simply encouragement to keep on waking up… While having fun!
A wake up call for all…
Wake up to who we truly are.
In each moment
Celebrate being here, an opportunity to heal and grow, and so create in each moment a way of being true.
Spiritual beings
Being human
All that spirit is, we can be too…