Blurb About Bare Feet

Just stepped outside to check the mail. What a glorious day—sixty-six degrees, light breeze, clear blue skies and I was barefoot. The instant my feet made contact with the solar warmed driveway, I felt a sweet, simple childhood memory wash over me and breathed in the springtime perfection of my youth.

Going barefoot before summer was strictly verboten, house rules about getting sick or some such nonsense. Sometimes being a latchkey kid had its perks and on a day like today, you could find me and my friends after school, playing outside barefoot until the asphalt cooled and our feet were sore. It was a great time to be alive.

 

LOVE

They say that one person can make a difference. Maybe that used to be true—it seems nowadays, one voice only echoes off skyscraping pillars of social media oligarchs, destined for silence no matter how high the pedestal from which it's shouted.

The world is changing, and it's changing fast, faster than any other time in history, I dare say. Those who would disagree with me, I sincerely respect your opposing view and perhaps we could start a civil dialog that doesn't digress into name calling and execution in the public forum. No really, have you peeked into the thread of a sensitive topic lately?! It's brutal.

I believe it's fear that drives the masses to anger, paranoia, misplaced hatred and violence. Life is too short to be wasted with that kind of behavior. Jesus said to love God and to love one another—that these were the most important commandments. We'd better start doing better. We'd better start talking to the Almighty and we'd better start listening. We'd better start raising our frequency to a higher vibration, the highest vibration, Love. Maybe that's the only difference this ol' gal can make, but it's the one that matters most.

Peace