I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Shoe Leather Zen
Have you ever noticed how the soles of our shoes reflect our lives? It starts out new and then it starts to get worn in and comfortable. It moves and changes and helps us stay sure footed, at least on the sure footed surfaces, but sometimes it just slips in water or trips over imaginary boulders the size of peas. Then it cracks, sometimes breaks while gunk gets stuck onto it and we have to clean it off sometimes just because the gunk is SO absolutely bad. Finally, when the soles of the shoes have gone as far as the rest of the shoe - usually the sole of the shoes outlast the rest of the shoe itself, but it all gets chucked to someplace else, or to Goodwill, or to the trash bin depending on how bad the rest of the shoe is. Then we go out and get ourselves a new pair of shoes, but it takes a long time for the new pair to feel as good as the old ones. Have you ever noticed this?
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