Vinuela.

A Picnic in the Sun – Vinuela, Spain.

Picnics in England, when I was a child, were never like this. A recent picnic with friends in Vinuela was magical as it resounded with tinkling/jangling bells coming from a goat herd below in the valley. We ate goat cheese too and grapes, white ones, which burst with flavour in my mouth and triggered a memory of…eating grapes in Italy when I was a teenager on holiday. I haven’t tasted a flavourful grape since. We meditated by the lake and began to heal some of the childhood anxiousness and hurts that had surfaced in the days before. Later, we climbed to a four star, beautifully designed hotel up in the mountain. We drank coffee on the veranda beside a trickling fountain and enjoyed the stunning views all around us. We acknowledged the Buddha gracefully sitting in the stair-well which reminded us of his emotional pain and transcendence which was mirroring ours. A deepening was felt between us.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s