Barefoot feet (indulge me, dance, frolic)

Barefoot feet (indulge me, dance, frolic)

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I read an article, that suggested, we walk around with barefeet, to feel more connected to the earth, I’m not sure, but worth a try, first things first, I notice not everything is as smooth as you and I may think, a driveway, a sidewalk, full of kinks and angles, so used to shoes to smooth these out, not particularly painful, just an odd sensation compared to the old sensation, and then there is the grass, a seeming tickling epiphany of senses, fibers reaching hands to massage my toes and between, heels feel soft with deadened blows, on this green carpet ride, (I try to forget the bugs) or dirt underfoot, I imagine – just the sensations.

I am taken back, to my youth, I quite remember well, being a little barefoot devil, I guess I did not know ‘better’ then, or care rather, (memory), especially the shore, the beach, I could not wait to emancipate my feet from the burdensome shackles of flip-flops and race across the scorching sands into the quenching surge of the tide, twisting my feet under the surf, until I felt the danger of no escape, of being pulled under further, the cool sinking quick sand enveloping my toes, my soles wiggling, chasing crabs, kadima balls, flying kites, digging holes to nowhere, all under the watchful eye of summer sun all the while making my neck red, all the while with no shoes

barefoot feet, I suggest, you give it a whirl, travel back in time, in your mind, to simpler things, where shoes were a mere nuisance


This was written in response to an article I read from Laird Hamilton, sure, he looks amazing for his age, I found it a little presumptuous but also interesting, the great thing about an open mind is your store is open 24 hours for new customers to come in.

note: this is what I call free form, there is meter in there at times, at times I am just talking to you in my mind, the words… they just come out this way, especially this one since I had to go back and transcribe this from one of my journals… man my handwriting is ass… I think I captured the gist of things mostly, but like all of life I won’t hit a home run that often or every time… just have to keep stepping into the batter’s box I suppose.

The adulation of Tiger Woods… (bothers me)

The adulation of Tiger Woods… (bothers me)

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(putting on my sports blog hat….) How soon we forget.  I am not saying people can not find forgiveness (that is a good thing) but the absolute fawning over Tiger Woods finally coming all the way back is a bit much for me.  Does anyone remember what an A-1 scumbag this guy was ?  The total fake clean guy image bought and sold by almost everyone… and it was all BS.  It wasn’t like he was having some side piece with some little hot thing.. it was porn stars (who I don’t begrudge actually) and a ton of women across the spectrum.  Look, I could care less where Tiger cares to stick his 9 iron (I am giving him the benefit of the doubt there), but he has kids.. and marriage, that was the line imo.  The guy had it all and blew it for what?  Get a divorce man!  I don’t think he should be shunned or tarred/feathered (how cool would that be if we still did that, tangent) but … some hero to be exalted because he came back into a privileged (money) game ?  It’s not like he was hurting for dough or dealing with cancer (or anything like a real life that 99.99% of the world’s population deals with)… I guess I am saying…just be honest…  That’s all…