What is wrong with me these days? I’m choosing to not wear shoes more often. That is not me at all.
At home- I am loving the feel of the moss underfoot. Or the sense of the wood floor and carpet inside my home.
The other evening I walked around the block on the warm pavement barefooted as well. I had simply forgotten that I should put on shoes when I left my house. I only noticed when I stepped on a pebble. But by then, I was too far gone from the house to turn around. And our dog was happily trotting beside me- I couldn’t force him to stop his walk.
On Wednesday, I dipped my feet into the Hayward Lake. It was so warm and refreshing. The sensation I experienced as I sat on the dock watching the sun go down was tranquil and mesmerizing.
The one thing I’ve noticed about being barefoot, is that every step taken is giving me a unique feel of the earth. With each barefoot step, the contrasts underfoot brings me a sense of well being and calmness as well as a connection to the world.
Is this what it was like to be a hippie back in the 60’s?
You know, they may have been onto something. I’m feeling youthful and fun again.