Alison Law inspired me with her barefoot adventure through
I stopped on an isolated bridge and climbed down to the river’s edge where I enjoyed the lullaby of its gentle current and the romantic lure of intimacy that hung in the new green of ancient trees. George sniffed the ground while I sniffed the air.
My favorite Sweet Williams scented the air like the lingering aroma of a lover’s perfume. With it came memories of other happy times I’ve spent alone: a fit young girl bicycling along country roads in northern Indiana and stopping of course, to pick long stems of Sweet Williams and then bury my face in the delicious delight of the big bouquets; hikes around the lake where I gathers Sweet William bouquets, and a diversion from my normal path into an old, abandoned cemetery where Sweet Williams had overtaken the tomb stones. This time however, I left the Sweet Williams grounded in the earth. It seemed appropriate.
I found Daisies and remembered Lori, my childhood friend
with whom I shared a love for the wild Daisy field behind her house. I found
tiny Violets too, and plucked one to put in my hair. George and I padded on
down the river’s edge and I found a small patch of wild Tiger Lilies. I
remembered my first year on our house in
I indulged in the memories, noticing how they overlapped the present moment, making both then and now more sweet. George couldn’t know the profound significance that being alone meant to me, or the past that flavored the immediate, yet his joy at being with me was thorough, complete, genuine, and it please me. His joy was pure and innocent, and as such, it called forth my own purity and innocence. Healthy, nurturing self-love is cultivated in such moments.
If my feet had a voice they would have squealed with the pleasure of the cool, wet sensation given by the river when I ventured in to wade. Soft mud embraced my arches as cool waters caressed the tops of my feet. I stood there awhile enjoying the lapping at my ankles. “I love you, too” I said aloud. George looked my way and smiled.
It has been too long since I’d treated myself to a date with
me. The time has come now for me to remember the joy of my own company and
honor myself with more dates. Perhaps some day I too will walk barefoot with
others as Alison Law did this week in