Ground Out With Every Step

With one more, unthinking step, the natty dresser tramples life, unaware of the utter abandonment of his own soul. He trods with equal unconcern over his own inner heart, his soul and the lives of others.

How often do the soles of our feet actually connect with Mother Earth? Maybe once-a-year, on our summer beach vacation we squish hot sand between our toes. All too often we are insulated on the umpteenth floor, pacing carpet and concrete with our tanned and leather souls.