With clay feet I can touch the sky
Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.
~Diane Ackerman from The Natural History of the Senses
Thinking about our five senses lately. Beginning with feet. I began asking myself how often does my feet make bare contact with the earth? I know it's not a daily thing. A month ago I wiggled my toes in wet sand along the coast. I haven't touch the earth with my bare feet---a full month. I went outside to my postage stamp yard and took off my zories. I stood on my sorry excuse for a lawn. Felt alive and silly. I looked up at the sky and watched a small plane flying over head. Standing on clay soil. With my bare feet.
Touching the sky.