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Originally Posted by SneakySnake
Too windy for a treadlie ride this afternoon. Had my bath early and am in pyjamas ready for the evening.
Good to know your feet are getting tough. I am too wimpy to go bootless in my old age, but as a youngun I was always barefoot or thonged up (flip flops/jandals). I remember the local vet always having a a go at me about my lack of boots when dealing with the horses.
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I'm not a spiritual person, though I'm happy to touch on "spiritual" wording as a useful metaphor that most seem to relate to and, while it's a cliché, I do feel more "in touch with Mother Earth" when getting around barefoot. Not (just) in a hippy-greenie way (though that's a fair analogy), but in a feeling of actually being
real, and being a part of reality (this probably as an aspect of my personal makeup that imparts in me a feeling of dissociative derealisation most of the time - I tend to "compliment" or critique things or experiences by saying "It feels/looks
real", and mean it as I say it, and not just as the usual intensifying phrase).
Cheers,
Marc