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."  

Trapped or choices?

Last year when I left permanent employment I often faced people who were puzzled. "How could you do this?".  Some wondered if I'd found the escape tunnel.  Others felt overwhelmed by choices and some just felt trapped - unable to change their course. The world now is incredibly complex with many many choices about work, …