#89 - Barefoot

Love without holding back

“Ok let’s do it,” I answered.

A second later, she took her shoes off, and so did I. The river was flowing right behind our back and the mountain was nodding at us on the other side. The rain - which had no intention to stop - made the grass warm and fresh at the same time.

In a moment, the world expanded. I could almost feel each single blade of grass. The ground beneath, with its micro valleys, peaks and slopes, was an open book for the skin and my feet somehow knew exactly how to navigate this universe of sensations they were not used to.

“I heard that it’s almost impossible to sprain your ankle if you run barefoot, it’s only when we isolate the feet with a thick layer of rubber that we get into trouble,” I added.

I once heard this as a metaphor during a talk of my friend and colleague Anders Haglund, now I was living it.

Note to self: when we remove barriers, we feel more and we hurt less. Counterintuitive. And true.