I consider the soles of my feet, and wonder if this is a way to further burn, to etch this changing pattern of soul. It is as though my feet are melting, and finding new form, new ways to accept the energies of the earth, and convey them upward to meld in me, and reach the sky. My feet cannot handle the harsh handle of a shoe. They need to feel the floor, and bounce. I would love to have them feel the sand and the ground, too, but we are not in San Diego, and the rain continues enclosing me in a gentle land. "Stay inside, I am told. Remold." And so I do.
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cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy
cathy_edgett
Soles and Soul!
I consider the soles of my feet, and wonder if this is a way to further burn, to etch this changing pattern of soul. It is as though my feet are melting, and finding new form, new ways to accept the energies of the earth, and convey them upward to meld in me, and reach the sky. My feet cannot handle the harsh handle of a shoe. They need to feel the floor, and bounce. I would love to have them feel the sand and the ground, too, but we are not in San Diego, and the rain continues enclosing me in a gentle land. "Stay inside, I am told. Remold." And so I do.
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