Deep contact, barefoot wonder, sensing the richly textured earth
My feet crave touching the earth, toes curving and shaping, muscles coming alive as they meet the nuanced surface. Walking barefoot, ever so slowly, my whole body comes alive with new sensory information, excited by the novelty underfoot – mounds of dirt and grass, pine needles and pebbles, cool water. In only a few minutes, I am pulled into the moment, mindful of each step, legs extending tentatively to feel this great other. I become longer and more upright, responding to the felt experience of being supported and met in this communion, being to being, a wild unmediated conversation. My soles – and my soul – awaken to the moment, hungry for aliveness, improvisation, wild possibility.
The cells of my body, the cells of my feet, yearn for this contact with matter, with Mother, to feel the us of intertwining together, My body feels calmed and nourished, my thinking mind stops, touched by this cellular interchange, the felt presence and support of the earth. Barefoot, our connection is tangible – I feel myself as a child awake to wonder and play, to the mystery of the yet explored.
