It happened this morning, as it always happens sooner or later when I am in India – the shoes are off. By shoes, of course, I mean whatever minimal footwear I am using in the first place. It could be a pair of sandals or flip-flops. This trip I am using Crocs, fake Crocs to be more precise. But there comes a day when my feet don’t want to be encumbered any more. It is as if they have a longing to be in contact with the earth, to feel again. Today is such a day.
Setting out along the sandy and rocky path from my beach hut, I noticed the delicious sensations in my feet. That was the least of it though. I also noticed that I had slowed down. I was no longer in a rush to get somewhere. Instead I was present with every step. And perhaps it was coincidence, but I also noticed that my heart was filled with joy. Perhaps it is not only my feet that are happy to really feel life.
Namaste
