Dear Diary;This Gift of Life

I have always enjoyed conversations.

Life – a never ending dialogue – the words twisting and weaving as we create and co create our lives through the words we speak, the words we share…

Our lives an ongoing conversation with many

Our worlds opened by every conversation we have

Or limited when we close our mind and our heart to one another.

When we can truly listen, without projection, without expectation, without agenda, without judgement, without a filter…

Then we are free….

When we truly live in each moment, without an ‘already outcome’ in our minds, there are ‘3000 possibilities…’

When we truly recognise that the inner reflects in the outer

When we can rest in the mirror of awareness for the whole of our life, then the whole of our life becomes a meditation… We recognise that the reflection apparently ‘outside us’ is who we are.

So within so without.

Once we truly recognise that our energy – our inner state – is projected and reflected and becomes what we are experiencing in the outer realms, then we start to truly understand ourselves and our lives…

My life has always been one of laughter, and so every day I experience and enjoy laughter with others…

On Saturday Anadi treated me again to a night out at ‘The Chelsea Corner’, A vibrant fun restaurant on the Fulham Road…

At the end of the evening the waitresses appeared with four shot glasses, one each for Anadi and I and another two for them…! They filled with limoncello and we all downed them in one, amidst lots of laughter and declarations that this means we are forever bonded….

‘You’re the most positive people’ we have met, they said to Anadi and I as we thanked them for a brilliant evening…

Perhaps they recognised at some level that we’re both committed to the practise of being present, and fully experiencing whatever is occurring…

That we are fully aware that we are responsible for what we are creating in every moment…

That we love this gift of life… 

Dear Diary; Everywhere Home

On Wednesday last week, Anadi and I took a mini break by the sea…

We travelled on the train – out of the town and into the country where the tall buildings flashing by our window, turned instead into green fields and tall trees… We trundled on to the end of the land where the sea shone sparkly bright in the evening sun, and the sound of the waves became our backdrop …

I hadn’t seen the sea since March and hearing the squawk of the gulls felt to be a sort of homecoming…

Everywhere home

As a nomad I made my home all over the world – the planet my home – and this hasn’t actually changed in my heart… Even though I have stopped ( for awhile) in a basement flat in Chelsea, I still feel that the planet is my home…

I even forget I am in London as I wander and run through the streets… I could be anywhere… I have run through so many streets and paths, woodland, common land, canal banks, river banks and mountain passes…

Always running or walking though the land I am in…

Experiencing a sense of its energy, its flavour, its history and its present vibe, made up over the aeons of time, that are all happening now and will happen in the future now…

Anadi and I stood on the beach together on Thursday morning…

We had enjoyed a wonderful evening in St Leonards. The Bavard bar is the wonderful creation of Tim crook, where he hosts a show that invites people to come and talk about their passions, their lives, themselves…

Having been locked down since March, this was the first live show for some months and we were glad to be back in a theatre enjoying the anticipation of the show to come, with the shared energy of the rest of the audience… 

Athena Jane spoke about life death and re birth, very movingly and with great depth – and Mike Willis a musician, spoke about an unusual evening while he was touring in China…

So Thursday morning had dawned and we wanted only to wander, to be on the beach, to hear the sounds, to smell the sea, to be, there, here, now, together.

We didn’t go far, soon our wandering took back to the hotel, to sit on the decking and drink coffee, and eat breakfast

And be 

Together by the sea for just a morning.

A morning mini break – and one night in the huge king size bed with a sea view. 

Because after breakfast Anadi had to work… And me too…

But, we both love our work, and so this lends itself to every day being a holy day , a holiday… Our mini break was so perfect…  Each moment endless, expansive…

The whole of time – all past and future held in each extraordinary ordinary moment we are here.

Now

Dear Diary; Love and Let Live

I have loved writing all my life.

When I was quite small – nine, ten, eleven years old – I would sit down to write at the table in our family home… The table was always piled high with newspapers and books – paper and paints, pencils and colouring pens.

My mother was always piling the piles into new piles, and putting them at the bottom of the stairs for my sister Rosy and I to take to our respective rooms… We often stepped over them – much to her frustration! 

I would sit down at the table and open my writing book… ‘Mummy’ I would call… ‘yes darling?’ ‘Can you give me a title to write about…’ 

She would call out some ideas from the kitchen… I rejected many, but just as she was nearing the end of her ideas and her patience, I would plump for one and start to write and write; the words tumbling out.

In 1971 when I turned twelve, I wrote a whole book ( not a very long one!) about our African grey parrot called Polly Armstrong… My mother typed it up for me and we punched holes in the paper… `we threaded string through and hey presto I had made a real book with pages that turned…

And so today I sat down to write and I called to Anadi ‘Please give me a title to write about…’ 

He sat and thought a bit and then said ‘How about “How to stay true to yourself amongst other people’s opinions…” I didn’t reject it as I had my Mothers’ first few ideas… I put fingers to keys and here I am…

Opinions are just opinions; they are not set in stone or immoveable objects. They are of the person at the time – of course sometimes a persons opinion appear to be set in stone and they appear to be immovable, because often they can never be shaken or investigated…

The dictionary describes the definition of an opinion thus :

‘A view or judgement about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge…’

Many people feel that their opinions are right and being in the face of this can be a difficult place to stay true to ourselves – when another is making us wrong because of our choices in life, our words, our deeds, the path we are choosing to tread… Making us wrong because the thoughts we have, the ideas and beliefs that hold true for us, are different to theirs

One of the keys to staying true to ourselves amidst the noise and haste, and amidst the opinions of others, is to refrain from judgement, blame or shame towards them – to refrain from immoveable opinions ourselves.

If we hold a view, have an opinion then it is important that we hold it with a light touch and validate the differences in others, their ideas, their actions their words and deeds and views…

‘Do unto others as you would like done unto you…’ In other words… 

Live and let live

Love and let live

Connection arises from validating difference. When we validate another, however strong their view, then it becomes easier to turn that energy back to ourselves and to validate ourselves even if how we think and feel is different to another, be that strangers or our closets friends and family…

There is no need for differences to divide. 

We can unite through acceptance and validation of one another…

‘United we stand divided we fall’

And we stay united by staying true to ourselves and honouring the truth of the other…

Dear Diary, So Many Lives

Last Saturday I was sitting in the sun on a bench under a tree in the Duke of York square, an old man came and sat nearby with his coffee… I noticed his energy reach towards me even though he was turned away…

Anadi came back with our coffee and juice and sat beside me…

The old man got up, came over and stood in front of us… ’Are you on holiday?’ – he asked… ‘Every day is a holiday’ Anadi replied, smiling.

‘We live here’ I explained, ‘but every day does feel like a holiday…’

‘Do you know who lives over there?’ he pointed up to a flat that looked over the square…

‘Who lives there?’ –  we asked…

‘Are you old enough to know the Beatles?’ 

‘Everyone knows the Beatles’ Anadi laughed…

‘Well who’s left?’ – he continued… ‘Paul McCartney’ I offered, ‘Ringo’ Anadi replied

‘Yes, that’s the one’, he nodded… ‘Ringo lives there…’

He then started to tell us about the many other well known people who live round and about before starting on his own life story…

‘We came down from Kings Lynn with my Mother because of the flooding, we moved to Battersea, which wasn’t like it is now…I started to swim in an indoor pool – they were all outdoor where we’d come from, and freezing cold – and then there was the boxing club next door, so I joined that…

My brother and I started with the boy scouts and when it was ‘bob a job’ week we couldn’t get any work around Battersea, and so we tried Chelsea instead – that’s when I fell in love with the Kings road… I was 14 and we had jobs for the whole week…

I went into the theatres and asked if I could do some work there and they told me to come back in the summer… ‘

He told us how he did go back in the summer, and was soon earning £15 a week ‘More than my Dad’, he offered…

He told us more of his life , the famous people he had met and how eventually he ran a well known deli on the Kings road, which sold Caviar for £48 a portion…

We sat sipping our coffee and munching on croissant listening to his tales, the sun warming us

He finished by telling us how he and his wife sold their home… ‘The estate agents suggested £1.8 million – Our faces fell when they told us that, so they suggested 1.9’

‘We said “no” and put it on the market for 2.5… Within a week nine people had offered to buy our home and so I suggested the agent offer someone to gazump…!

‘We got £3 million, it’s still in the bank’ he finished, laughing…

A man with a camera around his neck was hovering … ‘Hello Joe’, he said ‘How are you doing…?’ He chatted awhile and then the man with the camera showed me some of his photographs, ‘They’re fabulous’ I said…’I’ve photographed Stella McCartney’ he responded…

Joe told us he is 80 now, and he still loves the Kings road.

I told him I too fell in love with the Kings road when I was 14 and came on my first solo shopping trip to London here…

They both went on their way…

Anadi and I than walked over to Battersea Park, we sat on the grass in the hot hot sun;

‘Life is such fun’, I said, ‘all these people we meet, their lives and their stories…’

So many lives… So many stories

So much love, so much living

Dear Diary; The Story of Our Lives

On Saturday afternoon we were in a stationers… Anadi was spending lots of money on items for his business and getting some forms printed off; while he was engaging with the store keeper I had spied two little notebooks! One blue and one purple…

The thing that I enjoying buying more than anything in the world, are notebooks… They bring me great joy – I had to limit this habit as a nomad!

I picked up the two little books and placed them on the counter…

Anadi had come to the end of his list and was about to settle up…

‘These too please’ I proffered 

The proprietor waved his hand ‘It’s fine, you can have them’ he said…

Anadi chatted a bit more and completed his card transaction and as we were leaving I turned back to the vendor… ‘And thank you so much for my notebooks’

He nodded and smiled and then said ‘I hope you will use them productively…’ 

Do I use my notebooks productively….?

I know that they always feel to be the conduit of possibility, new routes, ideas… 

The opportunity to travel the road less travelled…

Sometimes they record my clients lives and dreams, their confusions and struggles – the books seem to have magic properties all of their own – of sorting and settling and diving deep into the soul of the person, connections and insights, clarity emerging from the pages…

Sometimes they record my inner world, my own insights, my silence, my freedom, my inner journey…

Sometimes they hold the very fabric of my external world together, with lists of things to be done, people to contact, errands to be run, items to be bought… 

But for me always, they hold all the possibility that the blank page holds.

A fresh canvass on which to make anything up at all…

Our life in each moment, the script being written as we go…

Always new

If we want it to be…

Or are we going to write down the old familiar lines, the ones we have almost learned by heart and in truth don’t need to write down anymore in our new notebook with its blank page of promise…. 

On the blank page of possibility what do we want to make possible in our lives now…?

The magic notebook will reveal the dream and then the dream can begin to unfurl…

Once we have thought something our energy starts to move towards that outcome…

Which is why it is important that we start to become aware of what we are feeling, and what we are thinking, in each moment…

What are we writing in the notebook of our lives…?

Dear Diary; September Morn Now

 On Sept 6th 2019 – I wrote this in my diary…

‘Today is September 6th, a new life begins today… I followed the instruction of the voice within and I find myself travelling to work in the middle of London Town… “Everything is changing… I will strive after whatever my inward voice commands… Not tarry anywhere but where the voice advices me”…’

I remember the nerves fluttering about my chest while I sat on the tube on my way to my new destination. I watched the feelings reminiscent of the first day at a new school, a new job, a course, a new path to who ever knows where it will lead…

And today one exact year later, I felt the familiar feelings of ‘pre race nerves’ – the same slight flutter within as I once again went into the unknown…

The familiar path of tarmac and one step in front of the other… And yet each new race never been trod before…

I have been running races for nearly fifty years – doing the same thing but always exploring the unknown…

In the same way that I watched the feelings as I sat on the tube a year ago – I watched these feelings too as I jogged to the park on a Sunny Sunday September morn…

A sign at the start of the race said it all… ‘Remember you can’t reach what’s in front of you until you let go of what’s behind you…’

All the races I have ever run, are done… They never happened… Now in this moment there is just the running step in front of me; whatever has gone before has gone and everything is new uncharted territory…

So even though I have been running races for so many years – today was my first race ever…

Being focused only on the process is quite possibly the reason I keep on turning up on a start line, because the other races have all disappeared like the wake of a boat…

It is a strange thing that I should choose to spend my life running as fast as possible from A to B, whilst learning deeply that life is not a race…

There is nowhere to get to… Striving to win and ‘get there’ can so often be a disappointing and exhausting journey…

This is not to say that goals are not fun – a goal to focus on fully can be the most wonderful experience…

Full focus on a process brings us joy in each step…

And then whether anything comes of it or not is not of importance, because we will have developed new skills, uncovered inner strengths and become wise with the experience… We will have fully lived each moment.

As I raced down the tree lined avenue on this sunny Sunday morn, suddenly beside me there she was, running alongside me the 29 year old me who raced here too, this exact same road… Running running running…

She covered the ground much faster than I do now…

But she discovered as the years went by that the real joy was in the run to become; she became the run – she stayed in the step and the next and each one turned into the next…

She’s still running now – after all these years; that never happened – she’s still running now…

Dear Diary; Be Aware and Learn to Clear

I was running along the road towards Chelsea Bridge on my way to run around Battersea Park… Ahead of me a woman skipped along childlike and free; she skipped she jumped and occasionally she ran a bit too.

The scene was joyous and fun, her energy uplifting and light…

I caught up with her at the traffic lights… ‘That was so joyous to witness’ I said to her as we stood side by side waiting for the lights to change ‘Your energy is of a child having fun’…’ She laughed, and then turning to me she said ‘But look at you – you’re ageless…’

Two women with an added time on the planet of circa 110 years (I would guess) with the magical child within alive and well, and enjoying running jumping and skipping along the road at 8’o clock on a Wednesday morning.

The only 8’o clock ever to be witnessed on that particular Wednesday, never again to occur – gone in a flash – every moment gone, the future now the past…

So I lived that moment as the clock ticked the time away, and soon it was 8.15am on that same unique particular Wednesday morning… And I was in another paradigm, another world, meeting Anadi on the grass by the trees where the parakeets swoop and squawk.

We played on the grass together – he and I – the organised formalised fun of our circuit, which sometimes I enjoy hating, burpees for instance; I get great pleasure hating burpees! 

But they never hate me back – true love – however much I hate them, they never take it personally…

Loving life is a choice; Loving is a choice…

In each moment we do have a choice to recognise the feelings, the pain, the thoughts that arise… To be aware, and to learn to clear – to learn to look towards joy rather than pain.

So often we are used to pain, the cycle of feelings… Do we feel angry with someone, hurt by someone, eternally frustrated and annoyed with someone…?

It can be a revelation – or we can resist recognising – that the person who we believe to be the perpetrator of our pain, our anger, our hurt our frustration is just the object that we are projecting the pain within us onto…

And of course this only perpetuates this pain and around it goes again, feeding the inner cauldron of toil and trouble.

Anger is a curved sword, but so are all the negative emotions we project onto another person or a situation…

With awareness we can instead start to recognise these feelings as they arise – and choose to learn to clear them, to choose different thoughts and so to change our lives… Instead of cycling around and around we can choose to chase our joy…

To skip and jump along the street instead of dragging our heels and our heavy hearts…

To commit to healing our inner state rather than projecting and perpetuating.

To choose to love hating burpees and have fun doing so!

Dear Diary; Freedom and Love are Within each of us

I jog 2.5k up the Fulham road to my destination, the doors open automatically – I tap in my pin and the pod door slides open… Stepping in I wait for that interminable second while the other side decides to allow me into the magic underground palace that is Pure Gym… Onto the treadmill for some intervals and then off back along the Fulham road and straight in and out of a shower to be ready and shiny clean new for Anadi to arrive…

We catch the number 22 bus, jump off at Green park, and walk along to Regents street to my office that was until March – and I give back the keys… 

A year ago I said to the Regus salesman – ‘it’s just an experiment – I’ll give it a year and see what happens…’

The year is up… It’s happened… I look at the office – I worked there once… And I feel like Neo in the matrix – ‘it never happened.’

We wander on down towards the Mall and up to Trafalgar Square where thousands of people are gathered for the Freedom March …As we approach the energy is tangible and we can hear a chant ringing out, a call for freedom – ‘No to masks’ – ‘no to mandatory vaccines’ – ‘no to control’ – ‘no no no…’

Banners held high – ‘Freedom over fear – Power to the people…’

Freedom from fear will set us all free and we can reclaim our power, now – now we can make that choice to let go of our fear…

Because we cannot be free when we live in fear… Fear is the real threat to humanity

There is no fear in freedom…

And freedom is our birthright… 

Freedom is within everyone of us… We have the chance now – and now – and now to let go of anything blocking us from relaxing deeply into this moment, into who we truly are.

No one can control a truly free person… Whatever is occurring in the outer realms cannot shake the truth within each one of us that we are infinite awareness…

Spiritual beings treading an earthly path.

A truly free person is in the world, but they are not of it… They know deeply that the only truth is infinite love…

‘There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear…’

If we wish to make a difference in the world, our work is moment by moment to free ourselves from any fear and re discover the true source of our power which is at the centre and circumference of all our being… Love

Love is not something you can do, it is who you are…

Dear Diary; You’ve Got a Friend in You

Julia Chi Taylor - Bodhisattva Conversations

We often read what is expected of us as a friend…

We might see posts on Facebook for instance, where there is disappointment expressed… People not being there, letting us down when we needed a friend.

We might hit hard times, and ‘know who our friends are’, because those are the ones that stay or help or support or talk…

There are covert rules in friendship, set up without discussion. Sometimes these work just fine, with two people ‘working’ off the same ‘map’, with the same beliefs and ideals…

We are always existing in multiple levels of context…

Whenever two people meet, there will first be the relationship between them – in this case friendship – and the episode, which might be meeting for a coffee and a catch up…

Then comes the unseen ‘map’ both carry with a whole set of internal, sometimes unconscious, beliefs about what happens next… These will be based on family ideals as well as societal, cultural and spiritual beliefs…

And it isn’t until one of these is ‘broken’ that they reveal themselves.

A family belief or rule for friend 1 might be to always send a thank you note for a gift or a treat. If this isn’t true for friend 2 then when they don’t receive the thank you note, they might feel unloved, disappointed, let down, under valued.

So once again we return to the space.

The space between two friends is where the relationships exist; how safe and how full and how abundant this space is defines the quality of the relationship.

This can only be worked out in each case; and the most important person is ourselves…

Because nothing is personal.

So if a friend has some different ‘ways’ to us, then if they ‘touch our buttons’ in any way; the first action is to clear our reactivity.

For instance, we must investigate and seek to clear the feeling of upset if a friends hasn’t sent a thank you note, or is late for a meet up, or hasn’t been in touch for a long time, or takes longer than we might to reply to a text…

Because any reaction is ours to clear… Do we feel abandoned, let down, unloved?

From a clear space we will be in a position to explore the ‘rules’ within the relationship. It will become evident whether it is simply something that now doesn’t matter a jot, or whether you would like a behaviour change, and if so, it is important that the space is safe to investigate this…

To create any ‘rules’ in friendship or in any relating, the higher the self esteem of all concerned the easier it is to explore. And high self worth comes through working to heal and clear anywhere within us that we do not feel good about ourselves.

Because of course there are things that build the relationship and things that break it down… So it is for us to work out when it is own reaction that is separating us, or whether the behaviour of another is not something we find enjoyable in friendship…

Friendship is meant to be fun, a place to share and love and be together, as well of course to grow.

Some friendships have seasons… Time when we do many things together, see one another a lot, share and love and laugh – and then life changes and there is a big gap – but this doesn’t mean that the space isn’t safe…

It can be silent and still with no meeting or talking for a long time; but still be safe and loving and ready for the next encounter.

And sometimes friendships end…

Although of course relationships cannot end or begin in the deepest sense because we are always all connected all of the time.

We are one…

But it is what we do with the connections at various times, when the illusion of separateness allows us to see ourselves more clearly in the mirror of the friend in front of us.

And if an apparent ending happens, then this means that there is no longer a reflection… Not for now anyway, because the orbit may occur in the future, and once again we find ourselves in the reflection of one another

And so it is…

The most important thing is that we strive to be the best friend to ourselves that we can be… That we heal the gaps to wholeness and true love of ourselves and then this will of course be reflected in the relationships we encounter in our lives.

Chakra Chant Meditation

Every Monday morning I host a chakra chant meditation in my Facebook group ‘Conversations with a Bodhisattva’…

Literally speaking the word Chakra from Sanskrit translates into wheel or disks. Chakras are the energy centres in the body.

Within these chakras is ‘prana’ or the ultimate pure healing energy that is all around us and within us, to keep us happy healthy and vibrant.

When the Chakras are open and aligned, our energy is constantly free flowing, allowing prana to flow through them

First Chakra – Root Chakra – Element earth – Colour red… Located between the anus, the genitals and the coccyx… It is the most primitive chakra and is associated with our material physical being, it is about our survival and shelter, security and possessions…

If it is blocked we might feel fearful, exhausted, have difficulty enjoying the physical reality… When it is flowing we experience mental stability and an endless capacity for work

Second Chakra – Sacral Chakra – Element water – Colour orange – Located between the pubic bone and the naval… It is related to creativity, intimacy, relationships, pleasure flowing…

When there is an imbalance we might fear ones own sexuality, experience anxiety about intimacy and lack creative energy… When it is open we have the ability to share ourselves, experience harmony in relationships and an ease with physical contact

Third Chakra – Solar plexus Chakra – Element fire – Colour yellow – Located in the stomach/ solar plexus… It is related to our sense of self in the world and the relationship between thinking and feeling…

If there is an imbalance we made feel a need to assert ourselves, feel stubborn and rebellious… When it is open we have natural authority with an ability to lead and organise

Fourth Chakra – Heart Chakra – Element air – Colour green – Located between the nipples and the centre of the chest… It is the bridge/ connecting point between the lower three chakras (tangible world and body) to the upper three chakras ( mental, mind. spiritual) It is about Love , dedication , unification and self realisation

When there is a lack of balance we might experience a problematic emotional life; difficulties in friendships and relationships, a struggle with body and mind… When it is in balance we experience openness, spontaneity and warmth

Fifth Chakra – Throat Chakra – Element ether – Colour blue – Located at the bottom of the throat… It is about expression, speaking and intuitive knowledge

When it is blocked we have trouble coming into contact with others, and find ourselves unable to give form to creativity… Trying to explain things with reason and /or reduce everything to techniques… When it is open and balanced we experience truthful self expression of self and have wisdom

Sixth Chakra – The Third Eye Chakra – Aum – Colour indigo – Located between the two eyebrows… It is about understanding, insight, reflection and occult knowledge

When it is out of balance we feel pessimistic, have a confused mind and shut our eyes to the lessons of life… When it is open we experience clear sightedness, intuition and premonition…

Seventh Chakra – Crown Chakra – Colour white or violet – Located at the top of the head… It is about our connection to the highest truth, spirituality and meditation

When there are imbalances we have a fear/ resistance to the realisation of spiritual possibilities; clinging to that which is material, in lack of spiritual energy… When it is open we radiate creative drive and spiritual energy