Shoe on the stream bed, Forest Falls, CA
What is it about an old shoe, left by a stream, an echo of a body passing by.
What is it about an old shoe, that blends like a chameleon into the surrounding sand.
What is it about an old shoe, plundered by water, wind and light, a hole-y vision.
What is it about an old shoe, that carries a story, left behind for us to contemplate.
What is it about an old shoe, a carcass rotting in the sun.
What is it about an old shoe, the reminder of a brief moment of spirit made flesh, of emptiness, of returning.
What is it about an old shoe?
(would love to hear your, what is it about an old shoe?)
Our character is written in the creases and tears, the stains and wear patterns, the footprint and the sole/soul…
ah, a lovely insightful description of these/us old shoes…
The old shoe reminds me of my Lucy dog, close to her demise. Her spirit bright as ever while she drags her doggie overcoat – like an old shoe – to and from her water bowl. Some deep fondness for that old shoe, that old dog, when I hold her in my arms knowing soon the overcoat will be empty, the spirit set free.
Ah smoothingly, so lovely and sweet, that preciousness of holding a Beloved and Letting Go…..
I do what Laurie’s mom does…
where is the other one or did only one drop
Take Care…
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What is it about an old shoe? The coming and the going. What happened in between?
Oh that is good! Exactly – the frame for a story!
For some reason I can’t like any posts due iPhone malfunction. I like your words!
thanks omtat – just for stopping by and taking the time to send a few words. Peace and Cheers!
This is brilliant! I love it 🙂 Namaste . . .
~worn home to an inner place of so “comfortable”,
that the foot that once shaped it,
now finds it can walk on air~
Sublime share K! -x.M
what is it about an old shoe, dissolving back into formlessness?
My mom always laughs when we see an old shoe..wondering about the other one. 🙂