Beautifully Naked. At Last.
There I go again, catching my heel between old pine floor boards held fast with rusty nails. Struggling, I break free and the old shoe finally rids itself of a tormented sole disguised as my true soul. I discover, without a mirrored glimpse of my physical appearance, an inherent beauty and acceptance beyond my wildest imagination. Now a barefoot, playful and ever-present trust guides my journey with awareness making up for blind faith. I see at last.