Have you ever walked along the water’s edge in wet sand, leaving behind a transient trail of footprints that will be washed away by the sea? The image is an evocative one, though a little trite perhaps. Many have seen it as an illustration of the fleeting and impermanent nature of our passage through the world.
Although there may be few things more wonderful than walking through warm shallows and laughing at the sun, that too brings an image of life to mind. The shallows are comfortable, they are safe and known, the point where land and water meet. We experience both without leaving our own natural element. We don’t even need to adjust much, simply take of the shoes and walk. At worst we risk stepping on a shard of shell. But we feel the caress of the waves on our skin and the shifting tides echoing in our…
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Judith Barrow 
Thanks for sharing, Judith x
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Printed it off for David to read. He worries too much about breaking the mould of out life. I want to walk barefoot in the snow… he’s put on thick socks and his Wellington boots these last few years. Bless!! Jx
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I wholeheartedly recommend the barefoot look. Since I stopped ‘behaving’ so much, I’ve never had as much fun… yet on the surface, I remain the same, staid woman…( well, maybe not staid, quite 😉 ) x
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Hahaha … don’t see you as staid at all, Sue. Jx
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I do try for a little decorum. Unfortunately, I seem doomed to failure 😉 x
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Lol! Think I’ve said this before; I told my two daughters I was going to be eccentric when I grow old. They both answered together – ‘what do mean, Mum, going to be.’ So, obviously I’m succeeding in my mission to embarrass them. Hah! Who needs decorum.Jx
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Ha! I asked my sons if they wanted a normal and mumsy Mum when they were younger… just to avoid possible embarrassment 😉 They said I might as well just carry on being me and weird… so it’s now their own fault 🙂 x
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hahaha- brilliant. Jx
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