Me and My Feet in October

My feet and I made friends with a tarantula.

 Found Beggar Lice seeds

Did a little fishing

 Got down and dirty in the mud

and washed my feet in cool spring water.

My days with my flip flops are growing shorter..

My Feet On Another Sunday Night

 Relaxing

had an idea

but I lost it.

Back to reading.

Shoes or Feet

for Poetry Jam

I got my boots
I got my sandals
I love bare feet
If I have ta ramble

I reconnect with nature
From all around
Draw power
When bare feet meet the ground

I don't understand it
I don't ask why
My soles smile
As I watch the sky

The power courses
From soles to head
Renews my soul
Leaving peaceful retread

Don't need high heel shoes
Or thousand dollar boots
I'm styling in the bare
Keeping in touch with my roots