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Showing posts from May, 2020


This feels good I tell myself, as hot, sandy rocks pierce into the bottoms of my feet.

I’m full of shit.

I’ve taken to hiking barefoot. Or, at least hiking my way back barefoot. I find that it slows me way down, which is super important in many ways. I also do like it... sometimes.

I love being barefoot, with my feet on the earth. I used to hike almost exclusively barefoot when I was a kid, so I’m sure there’s some nostalgia there. Plus, something about it seems meaningful.

I was once at an ashram in Bali on a full moon. The monks there were hosting a ceremony. We had to wear white and take off our shoes, even though it was mostly outdoors and almost everything “indoors” in Bali is open air. They have very few walls.

In order to get to the pagoda where the ceremony was taking place, we had to walk through a series of rituals, from having sacred water poured on our heads while a monk chanted, entering a cave where we bowed and left offerings to various deities- Ganesh, Kuan Yin, Buddha…