The snow of the first snowfall was still coming down Saturday morning and I still had to decide whether to attempt the barefoot walk for health in the coming year.
Some friends suggested that it wouldn't be a good idea, what with my somewhat crippled state; others offered to barefoot walk for me by proxy. And several suggested that my barefoot walk last year hadn't saved me from the late unpleasantness of a broken ankle, dislocated shoulder, and large laceration.
Hmmm. I disagree. The barefoot walk is for good health -- and I don't consider brokenness resulting from an accident as ill health. I haven't been sick -- just impaired.
But though I'm a little superstitious, I'm not an idiot. I asked John to come hold my arm while I tottered out barefoot into the snow.
I'll take it.
8 comments:
Yay Vicki! May your health be superb this year!
I echo John's opinion. Glad you all managed the walk. Did John also go barefoot?
Those birds are brilliant! xo
No, he didn't. As I said. he's not superstitious.
Phew! Glad that's sorted. :)
The ceremony of it all and simply believing may just make the magic! May you be protected from illness AND pain in the coming year.
You walked. I see your footprints in the snow. It was good to see this. You are there on your mountain, alive and kicking, just not so high yet.
It's a good reality. Realities differ, but it's the only place to get pie. Chance
All your comments are true Vicki. I think you showed that although your body has been knocked about, your spirit is undimished. Brave!
Never hurts to play the odds.
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