Grounded…

I’ve read several articles lately…about the benefits of…grounding…now…don’t go getting excited…it has nothing to do with…discipline…and I won’t be taking away…Bertha’s…pedicure privileges…any time soon…

No…this type of grounding has to do…with putting bare feet…on the ground…the principle being…that the bare skin will absorb the negative ions of the earth…which has health benefits…

One of the articles…talked about…barefoot running…which sounded interesting…until I realized…it involved…running…and that kind of made it less appealing…

But…I have taken my shoes off…and walked around in my yard…especially on the flat stones in the dry creek…and…I have to say…it does feel good…interestingly…the weeds…feel different under my feet than the grass…and different rocks…also…have different feels…

All this barefooting…brought back memories of childhood…when…I rarely wore shoes…Mama…couldn’t keep them on me…in fact…she says…I even threw one brand new pair out the car window…never to be seen again…I might add

So…I added…apples and ducks…and came up with this conclusion…I must have always been…a very…grounded…person…

Bertha…just rolled her eyes…turned off the TV…took my cell phone and car keys…

Guess I’ll be walking in the yard for a few days…

Jane

Water…It Does a Mind Good…

There’s something about water…that soothes me…I know…scientists say that it is the positive effect of negative ions…and…I accept that…I somewhat understand it…but…it had that effect on me…long before I’d heard of the theories…

As a child…we used to camp out at the river…I fondly remember waking in what seemed to be the middle of the night…to the sound of waves coming onto the shore…the tide coming in…lulling me back to sleep…

As a young adult…I was fortunate to spend several vacations at the beach…and…although I thought it was just from getting away for a few days…I always came home…refreshed…renewed…after sitting for hours on the balcony…watching and listening to the waves…

I remember my first cruise several years ago…I had some rather important issues that had been troubling me…always a journaler…I carried pen and paper…ready to figure out where my life needed to go…

Instead…I spent three days…mesmerized by the water…all I wanted to do was sit on the deck…looking at that indescribable shade of the deep blue sea…port-a-calls…were a nuisance…just let me sit and watch the sea…

Needless to say…I returned home…refreshed…renewed…but…without a clue what I wanted to do with my life…although…shortly after that…mysteriously…I figured it all out…maybe it was the water after all…

Last week I had the privilege of spending a few days at the beach…and…once again…found solace in the waves…

At home…I have a bubbling rock…not quite the same…but…the sound of the water…does bring a peace of its own…sitting in its presence…rocking…dreaming…contemplating…

Now if I can just get that feeling while washing dishes…

Jane