I hate shoes.
It’s fall…these bare little piggies won’t be touching grass for many, many months…
I miss being barefoot already.
When I was a teenager, I lived on the island of Kauai.
Shoes were optional.
My bare feet took me everywhere;
from my car’s rubber gas pedal, to the beach’s tiny grains of sand.
I guess this is why I love to teach yoga:
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
~Henry David Thoreau
If Mr. Thoreau is correct, then I must find more ways to GO BAREFOOT!
(doesn’t everyone want to know what heaven feels like?)