occasionally going barefoot….

This is how I roll....

I am a mostly barefoot person. I have two exceptions: one is working with the horses or in their pens (which can be dangerous for bare feet. Ladies who ride or do groundwork: always have the proper gear!) which requires boots. Not just for safety reasons, either – there’s nothing quite like sticking your toes in a fresh pile of steaming shit.

The other exception is at work in the group home. It’s a policy thing that we must wear shoes. I tried getting around that for religious reasons, but my boss was having None Of That.

The rest of the time I like my feet to be naked. It’s not just a question of “airing my feet out” (although to hear some family members talk I ought to be doing more of this) but it also feels earthy, pagan-y, if you will, to me. I feel really quite connected/witchy when I’m barefoot (unless I’ve just done something stupid like standing on a pointy rock or something).

holy udders of insanity

…. it sounds like a great oath, doesn’t it?

This past couple of months have been… confusing. I started a secondary new job, intending it to be a) Really Awesome Stuff and b) a chance to Make My Mark on the world while Earning Oodles Of Money. The idea was to work at a community museum which is undergoing a major renovation & revamping. So this would be the perfect time to go from being “just another community museum” to “really freaking cool and engaging”, no? Apparently not – from day 1 I’ve been at loggerheads with the current Director, who doesn’t see the need for multimedia, or for innovation, or for accurate, critical research, or a website….

What’s the point of renovating if you intend to keep on with the same old, same old?

Work at my regular job is equally annoying, from coworkers flaking majorly on the job to potentially organization-changing decisions with no leader around to make them. Decisions which could make or break an individuals life/sanity. Which now must wait for at least a month, until the Big Man can get back from vacation. What’s the point of having a vacation if you don’t leave any instructions for the rest of us?

I guess between one thing and another I’ve found myself more and more outside lately. It’s the only thing that makes a bit of sense to me now, anyway…. I am definitely holding onto the archetype of Mama Nature as being nurturing, peaceful, and healing. I lie down in the shady grass under the trees, with the scent of bedstraw in my nose, and just want to close my eyes and go to sleep.