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Removing my shoes -
Seeing the sacred in all.
Doors are open wide.
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It seems, without even knowing it, we have often closed the doors to our contact with the heart of this earth life through the constant wearing of shoes. When shoe wearing is habitual it becomes normalized to the point wherein we are not even aware that a seperation has been created. How often do you hear a well meaning parent say, “Put on your shoes before you go outside.” The intention of the parent is to prevent injury and surely some injuries are prevented and there is a time and place where shoes are a virtue. However, what about the deep injury of seperation from connection with the breast of our Mother the Earth?
For most of my life, shoes have created an often unwelcome seperation from life. Climbing harsh stone pathways they have now and again served their purpose. However, as soon as possible, I have sought to take them off and place my feet in contact with The Holy Mother Earth.
I learned to wear shoes as a school child as it was mandatory. However, there were many desks I sat at through the school years where shoes were seperated from feet while seated. Also, walking home from school – the minute I was off campus, shoes were also off and in hand rather than on feet for the trek.
Into adulthood, as a nurse, I could not wait until the work day was complete, so I could take the binding shoes off my feet. Shoes that held feet separate from communion with the Mother.
For most of my life, shoes have created an often unwelcome seperation from life. Climbing harsh stone pathways they have now and again served their purpose. However, as soon as possible, I have sought to take them off and place my feet in contact with The Holy Mother Earth.
I learned to wear shoes as a school child as it was mandatory. However, there were many desks I sat at through the school years where shoes were seperated from feet while seated. Also, walking home from school – the minute I was off campus, shoes were also off and in hand rather than on feet for the trek.
Into adulthood, as a nurse, I could not wait until the work day was complete, so I could take the binding shoes off my feet. Shoes that held feet separate from communion with the Mother.
Even today, as I go out to greet the morning sun, feet are bare creating connection with life in the canyon. Good morning sun. Good morning earth. Good morning birds. Good morning plants and trees. Good morning even to the gohpers who pock-mark this sacred land as you till the soil increasing aeriation and fertility. Through feet sans shoes we commune more easily.
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“As a child I understood how to give. I have become civilized. I lived the natural life, whereas I now live the artificial. Any pretty pebble was valuable to me then, every growing tree an object of reverence.”
~ Ohiye S’a ~
(Charles Alexander Eastman born Hakadah and later named Ohíye S’a was a Santee Dakota physician educated at Boston University, writer, national lecturer, and reformer. In the early 20th century, he was one of the most prolific authors and speakers on Sioux ethnohistory and American Indian affairs. He helped found the Boy Scouts of America.)
~ Ohiye S’a ~
(Charles Alexander Eastman born Hakadah and later named Ohíye S’a was a Santee Dakota physician educated at Boston University, writer, national lecturer, and reformer. In the early 20th century, he was one of the most prolific authors and speakers on Sioux ethnohistory and American Indian affairs. He helped found the Boy Scouts of America.)
Ohiyesa translation: http://lakotadictionary.org/nldo.php #
🐾 🐕 🐾 🐕 I took this Photo at El Presidio in Santa Barbara
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