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BAREFOOT by Ruth Calder Murphy

I love Summer!

Seasons – all of them – are important to me, in the way I perceive life and death and my own place in the bigger picture. On a physical, emotional and instinctive level, though (partly because I have a Sunlight Deficiency condition that makes the darker seasons more difficult for me) I’m happiest in the Summer time.

One of the blessings of Summer lies in the fact that because it’s warmer, more of my body can be bared to the elements and this makes me feel more deeply and profoundly connected to Mother Nature and, so, to the Divine Feminine. I love being barefoot – walking on grass or soil or sand, with nothing in between my skin and the ground. It “Grounds” me - both literally and metaphorically.

Recently, I read an article that puts forward some of the physical reasons why walking barefoot is good for us. You can read the article here

For so many of us, this confirms what we already instinctively know: Being barefoot is good. It helps to bring us back to Earth, to ourselves and to the Divine within us, and everything.

'Playful Earth' by Katarina Silva

Barefoot

Barefoot, I can feel
the rhythms of birth
and the pulsing of the Earth,
the heartbeat of Death
and the rise and fall breath
of the rhythm of the trees,
in the rhythm of the leaves
and the droning of the bees
- and the pumping of Life
in my veins and arteries -
in the buttercups and daisies
and the dandelion faces,
- in memories of histories,
the dim and distant past,
connected forever,
from first to last -
and the grounding of the grass,
where the rhythm of the world
and my own heart’s beat
and the Song of All Things,
for this moment, meet,
in the here and now
- in the grass beneath my feet.


Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, “The Scream" and "The Everlasting Monday", several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website, or on her writer's page on Facebook. Her books are available on Amazon, here.


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