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?)
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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. 🙂