Barefoot

This morning in the park the wise old oak women ease my janging nerves, calm my furrowed brow and whisper to my heart.  

“Run wild. 

Drop what is not you.

Dance.  

Walk barefoot. 

Feel the earth beneath your feet and ground. 

Feel the damp of the dewy grass and flow with the water.”  

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