Scored a pair of these moccasins at a thriftstore today, still new with tags, exactly my size. Sweet.
Got home.
Put them on.
Happy feet, this is nice, I really like them…
AND THEN –
the youngest child dragged me outside while I was making dinner… “Mommy, come see what I did!”
It was totally worth over-cooking that macaroni, let me tell you. What a wonderful thing that she needed to show me the fallen tree she was snapping twigs and branches off.
I followed that speedy little seven year old off the deck, onto the little path winding around the garden, and I found myself stunned.
Walking on the ground – dirt, twigs, stones, roots, pinecones, moss (oh, the moss!)…. You could feel the textures through the leather. You could feel the ground – like really FEEL it. I wasn’t just walking around outside — I was part of it.
I haven’t ever had a more spiritual experience. I’ve had some that match it, but never any that surpass just walking through the trees wearing moccasins.
I am never wearing any other shoes, evvvvverrrrrrrrrrrr.
Okay, I guess I probably will. Fine print on the website says concrete will wear them out faster, and I want them to live a long time. So I’ll wear my dead plastic city shoes walking on dead boring concrete. 😉 But dang. I had no idea what I’ve been missing out on all this time.
Big thank you to blackjackettackle.com for making amazing shoes, and big thank to you someone for donating them where I could find them today.
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