Good to see you. I was just sorting out some sea glass from this patch of kelp, but in a minute I’m going to grab another bucket. Try to leave some footsteps along the beach. Make up for ones the tide swept away.
Like footprints on sand, life is always changing. Stuff happens. We get hit by an unexpected wave, brush ourselves off, start again. We inhale and exhale (even when we don’t feel like it), collect sunrises like flower-crazed hippies in a meadow. We keep walking along, often vulnerable and barefoot, never quite knowing what we will find on the other side of the singed wood other beachcombers left.
Whether or not you’re wearing flip flops, I’m glad you’re here. Sit with me, won’t you? Listen to a poem or two. Walk with me along a barefoot beach.
Kimberly Vargas Agnese