Barefoot. Without shoe or sock, sole or stocking. Unclad, uncovered, undressed.
Grampa called me "Okie". Through grasses, across gravel, & over dusty trails with nary a shod tootsie.
Even today, in my grown-up world, it's all about comfort. Børn flip flops cradle my summer feet when shoes are necessary. Otherwise, without, I wander.
I've trained, unknowingly, my girls to follow suit.
Daily paths lead me to feel ~ to know the way by touch. Tactile. Rough, cold, grooved, cushy ... surface utterances communicated, articulated, understood.
Arriving at a destination fully aware of the pleasures, dangers, bumps and great leaps traversed amidst the trek.
1 comment:
This is a beautiful post my friends. Both my girls are barefooters at heart ;) Thinking of you often. xxoo
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