nowhere to go, no one to be and nothing to do…

i have heard the above line when i am in Savasana, and I often repeat this in my sessions…

As i sat in the bus today, these lines came back to me, universe was saying this to me, or maybe i was saying it to myself…an immense sense of freedom and calmness surrounded this awareness…

The travel which began on September 6th, started with a known destination…and somewhere along the line, i was sensing that this trip is leading into the unknown…the effortless flow of events, bookings, landing in Malaga, Spain…

I have lost track of time, when there is no benchmark, each moment is just that, how long have i been travelling, is unknown…i have seen some of Malaga, met an interesting German Lady, who just happened to be on the street that I was wandering, and she directed me to the Bus Station, I bought her coffee and she shared her life story, Luis Beermaann…living twenty years in Malaga, a traveller to South America in the seventies, and to India…places that were relatively unvisited by women travelling alone, she has been there.

Liam, the Irish guy at Victoria station…he is ready to quit his corporate life and travel to Ecuador, he and his colleague looked through the Ranch brochure, and were fascinated…we shared a hand hug through the glass window…

Yesterday, a day and night spent in Granada…Salim, the owner of the Indian grocery store on San Martias, trusting me to take a whole bunch of adaptors and pay later, also met his wife Bilquis, they have lived in Spain for six years, speak fluent Spanish and love it here…

Last night I smoked sheesha, eating at a middle eastern restaurant, and spent chatting with the girls from the U.S, a group of three travelling in Spain, a reunion for them, they had first met doing humanitarian services in South America…

Oh yes and doing a lot of people watching, sometime in wonder, ?is there the same energy in them and me?…do they take time to contemplate, is there gratitude in their lives, do they love with abandonment, just because…

...at times i watch and there is a sense of oneness, as if our separate forms are just moving bits of light...

In the unknown, there is a known…i wait for the bus to Algeciras, another hour to go…and i find McDonalds', with wi-fi…the fish sandwich tastes good...

Reminds me of the existence of a lotus flower, a stalk that is fine and delicate, can bend but cannot be broken…the lotus flower moves over the water, the stalk is attached somewhere deep in the mud, as the lotus moves, its grounded without attachment…