SHARP STONES UNDER MY BARE FEET

You know that particular type of foot therapy where they rub specific areas of the foot that are supposed to be connected to specific areas of your body. Like your instep is connected to your liver or something.

I can’t remember what it is called but I often think of this when I have to run across the sharp stones on the drive way on my bare feet just to collect that one thing I left in the car. I push myself on to run faster thinking maybe the sharp stones on the soles of my bare feet are helping my eyesight or something – or my long time ago broken big toe which is making its presence felt lately or my heart which has always had an irregular rhythm surprising everyone by its longevity and brute strength.

We all have something wrong with ourselves. A body is a body filled with errors and imperfections, it’s OK. Our perfect bodies were never perfect so just run faster over the sharp stones in your bare feet.

I have a theory that if I run faster over difficult terrain I become lighter and the sharp stones hurt less.

I have never been attracted to the snails plodding pace.

It is Hawke’s Bay dry now. I grew up in Hawke’s Bay, New Zealand and we are used to very little rainfall in the summer months. That’s why we are sheep country. So, last night I was very pleased to be woken by lashings of rain hitting my face. I got up to close the windows and watched the storm for a while. It was very satisfactory. I slept very well after that.

Today I am making a rye bread. A cracked rye bread actually. our cracked rye is very popular and I want to find out why. I need to look back on that recipe comments page you left me and see if any of you used cracked rye in your loaves.

Here are yesterday’s loaves. With all this free purge flour I can experiment and bake often. I am getting better, too.

Time to wean these fellas. Poppy is getting crabby with them. Just beginning yesterday. So, that is my sign. I will start making the preparations.

Chicks are here.

Love celi

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