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Tomorrow morning, before the sun is up too high, find a patch of grass that is drenched in dew.

Take off your shoes.

Walk barefoot on the wet grass for a few minutes.

Put your shoes back on - don't wipe your feet.

Close your eyes and savor the feeling of rejuvenation.

Log on to your blogger and tell me how you felt.

I tried it this morning and I cannot tell you how good it felt - you will have to try for yourself.

Comments

Dianne said…
This is spooky - in a good way!

I do this a lot. I usually feed the birds and the squirrels early in the morning and often just run out barefoot.

It feels delicious!! The soft wetness of the dew combined with the texture of the grass makes me feel like Mother Nature.

What a wonderful post!!

and congrats on being so well into the composting. I have hit a roadblock with complaints from my son and my neighbor :(
June 24, 2008 at 6:47 AM
pink dogwood said…
Dianne - thanks :)

Why the roadblock with composting? Is it unpleasant smell? My dentist is really into it and he encouraged me to do it saying their is nothing to it - just pile it on and it is ready by itself - you don't even have to turn it. I will have to wait and see how it works for me.
June 24, 2008 at 8:04 AM
bobbie said…
Barefoot in wet grass. What fun!
June 26, 2008 at 7:30 AM
Dianne said…
pink - even though I am armed with research my neighbor, whose fence would be next to the best compost place, and my son are adament that it will smell and it will attract bugs and vermin - they're so ridiculous.

since I'm already battling with them over the traps I put out to rescue the strays I'm not ready to take on a second fight.

I'll triumph eventually - I did with the traps LOL
June 27, 2008 at 1:17 PM
pink dogwood said…
Dianne - I will let you know how my composting is going in a few weeks - then you can back your argument up with a real life example :)

My husband didn't want to do it for past two years - it took me this long to convince him :)

Can you blog sometime about how you put traps to rescue strays - I am curious.

Good luck
June 27, 2008 at 3:57 PM
ruchi said…
Sounds so nice. Unfortunately I am not sure I will do this because walking on the grass barefoot in LA can frequently mean stepping either on poop or broken glass. Sigh.
July 2, 2008 at 9:54 AM
delhidreams said…
oh! i've done it so many times. it feels as remarkable as that frangrance from the earth after the first rain :) can't be described in words.
but yes, i won't wear a shoe after my legs are wet with dew drops :)
oh and ayurveda says, it makes ur eyes brighter and healthier :):)
July 4, 2008 at 4:45 AM
pink dogwood said…
Adi, If I remember correctly, the word for that fragrance when the first rain hits hot dirt is called 'saundhi' - I love that too.

Eyes brighter and healthier - cool :)
July 4, 2008 at 9:37 AM
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