Dear Curiosity Journal,
I decided halfway through my hike that I wasn’t doing winter boots anymore. My bare feet yearned to make direct contact with the Earth after a long winter of rubber-soled restraints. I sat down in the middle of the trail, slipped out of my footwear, and shoved it in my backpack, feeling truly feral for a Tuesday. I imagine my soles as seeds emerging from their husks, orienting themselves to the sensations of gravity, sun, moon, and water. Soon my first root hairs crack through the seed casing, seeking the nutrient rich depths under the surface. Another energy sprouts skyward. My bipedal rhythm beats down the path like a heartbeat or a breath, refining my alignment with my Mother and moving me into a renewed state of Joy.
~Joy
