13 June 2008
Summer. As a little kid I would go barefoot for days in the summertime. Hopping and running across the hot street as fast as I could to my friends house. The long grass tickling my toes as we ran around playing tag and red light green light. The inevitable sunburn on the top of my feet that Mom would put Noxema on to sooth the burn. The slippery feel of the bottom of the pool. The chill of the garden hose as my Mom made me rinse my feet before coming in the house.
When I was a tween we moved to the outskirts of a rural Colorado town on the desert plains. Lots of cactus, clay, and other prickly ground weeds. We lived on dirt roads, and had a long driveway with river rock. I would condition my feet to walk on the river rock up to the mailbox, and tip toe through the field to a friend's house, but some of the charm was lost.
When we moved to New England and I experienced the softest feel under my feet. The ground felt like a soft sponge. The grass was a light cushion, and even the weeds (mostly moss) felt pillowy under my feet. I wear slippers to keep my ever cold feet warm in the winter, but as soon as it got nice I kicked them right off! I love going out to hang laundry in my bare feet. Or walking down to the pond with Polar with naked toes. It feels so simple to have bare feet. I can disconnect from the chaos that is my work life, and get in touch with the earth and with my home. It feels good :)
I went to the nearby lake on one of the hottest days of this week. Feeling the hot sand of the beach, the warm sun on my piddies, and the cool sand in the water squish between my toes felt so relaxing. I think I cried louder than my friend's kids when it was time to go home ;)
May you have many carefree barefeet days this summer.
Posted by Shannon at 5:43 PM