a few of my favorite words magically strung together by rumi are, "wherever you stand, be the soul of that place."
this is my fifth year of collecting (the now ubiquitous) foot self-portraits. this simple practice really does serve a purpose for me. when i stop what i am doing to document where i am at that moment, my presence and awareness and groundedness intensifies. the end-of-year collection is also a lovely lookback at some of the places i've stood and some of the moments i want to remember.
twenty-fourteen was made of color, flowers, farm markets, making, forests, new friends, books, dogs, yoga, and tiny adventures.
i'm happy i was here to experience, to be, the soul of it all.
more of the same please in 2015. and these feet, they need to touch sand washed by the ocean called pacific. they long to stand upon the motherland and be the soul with her sunsets and her tide pools and her fog and her wildflowers. there is a clear call to be with my own history.
see previous years here.
