Becoming the step…

Becoming the step…

A resounding crash – a pause…

We were all together – a crowd of friends who did not know one another… All drawn to eat in the same space, to break bread together; the warmth the smell of food the atmosphere full of chatter and laughter, clinking glasses and all around sound…

Was paused…

‘That sounded like a lot of plates’ I said to Anadi… It had happened on the level below where we were sitting and we could just see the manager and the waiters clearing up – with no reaction – swiftly into clearing up action rather than waiting on tables action… 

And then the chatter, and buzz of Friday night fun continued all around.

And we sat together in rustic Italian surrounds on the King’s road London…

We had stepped out into warm sunny streets to make our way there, my feet keen to experience the simple joy of the sun and warmth beneath my soles again that I had enjoyed on my morning run.

They know

They know how much the sensation in my feet brings me into the body, each step, after each step.

There is only that step.

Whether treading onto sunny warmed paving stones or the wet slick streets of a week ago…

In that step is everything

In every moment there is all there is

When we become the step we become free

No thought

It’s good to practise walking, being in each step, with no thought at all

Freedom

Silence is freedom…

‘You can’t live a life outside without shoes’ a man said to his little daughter as we had walked by…‘Why not?’ She asked

We watched the diners all around us, getting their food

And ours didn’t arrive; but we had been brought a plate of bread and oil, and so we felt like we were in Spain and we enjoyed the delicious simple fare…

Our food did arrive after awhile… ‘I wonder if it was our food that was dropped’ Anadi mused – looking at the heavy china plates holding our delicious fare – the pizzas all around were on wooden boards… ‘Of course! Yes, whats why we’ve been sitting here – with a plate of bread’ 🙂 I replied…

‘Was it our food that was dropped?’ I asked the waiter as he passed…

‘Yes’ he smiled ‘I’m sorry for that’… ‘Don’t be sorry’ I said – ‘we were happy here, sitting, with everyone all around’

Life happening, plates being carried, plates being dropped, chefs preparing and preparing again, more plates being carried and dropped and so it goes on, actually and metaphorically, life in motion…

Now

In the now that also is – that never changes – while form changes all around

But the centre still… When we live from the centre, whatever is going on on the outer realms, we experience a space within that is still, silent…

And silence is freedom

I take part in barefoot adventures to raise awareness and money for Crisis, the charity that supports the homeless

‘Together we will end Homelessness’

If you would like to donate to the cause you can find my just giving page here.