sludging softly
feeling the goo
my boots—
all i see is no not-mud
and all I can do is laugh
I confess I have a thing for mud. I don’t want mud on my shoes. Not ever! I like shoes, especially my cold weather boots, and I like them to be clean. I’m well aware that clean never lasts in the woods in winter. Nevertheless.
Wednesday mornings I go out into the meadow to practice Dong Stick Qigong, standing there an hour or more doing health and longevity exercises with a long bamboo pole. Last week after days of rain, the ground was gooey with mud, brown mud. Yuck! I did my best, tried and tried to stay on just-green but the goo kept grabbing my boots. Yuck! At last looking down and seeing the reality, all I could do was laugh. Life always wins out. Mud’s the word! 😆
