WHY BAREFOOT????Because being barefoot to me is being raw. Feeling every sharp rock, lush clover, spiky thistle, cushioned blade of grass, slimy covered stones, fragrant feathered flowers, cereal of sand, bead of water, element of litter, and the mash of mud.
Being Barefoot is the promise of prancing in the moonlight, leaping in the waves, running through a meadow, dancing on the porch, and doing all this while enduring a long journey to the end.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
One of my favourite Christmas traditions that we have is the wrapping and unwrapping of Christmas stories. I call it "the gift of reading". Every year we put up our Christmas tree on November 12 and under the tree there are Christmas stories all wrapped up and every night someone unwraps one and we read it togther as a family. Some are silly, some are churchy, some make cry and some make us want to be more like the Saviour. I love it!
Posted by Barb at 8:55 AM