Friday, March 19, 2010

Finally Barefoot

Clinched around sand
buried deep in pleasure
indulge again child 
remember freedom 
crave it enough
 to shake off pack 
rid care tied heavy
 a breaking burden

trade in for moments
when cool sand
moist at first then dry
 falls away weightless
cleansing debris free and away

nature nurtures a cure
moves upwards from curled toes 
to soften heart
 bend mind
heal soul

Never underestimate the power of something as simple as sand between your toes. Pedicures are nice, this cure is nicer. Guess how I know? 

This was prompted by Bridget's hilarious post about dual his/her pedicures. I was out at the river barefoot for the first time, horrified at my winter feet and simultaneously delighted anyways, in spite of them. :) 


  1. I'd never do that in our Potomac River. Too many catfish!

  2. I love the feeling of sand between my toes... especially when it is really warm sand!

  3. There is nothing better than sandy toes :) We were at the beach yesterday morning, barefoot, and it was heaven.
    (I owe you a thankful email, but sickness has shown up on our doorstep so my words will be few for the moment... thank you. Thank you so much - your card brightened my day so much!)

  4. What Bridget said, and yes -- warm. Oh, just the thought of sand between toes was enough to make my day. Must go read about your doors, too. Only got part way through last time.

  5. Honestly, it wasn't very warm Bridget! It felt good anyways. We've got the flu going through our house too Corinne, sorry. Maureen, I hate catfish. One time in the Sea of Galilee, I looked down to see what was sucking on my foot and it was a huge bewhiskered catfish looking thing. I would have fainted, but then he would have had me for supper. Yuk.

  6. Kathleen, I finally decided that you are indeed a bundle of mischief. And fun.


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