And then she did. For a bit anyway, because it was only 40ish degrees outside.
Today in church, the minister told stories about Moses at the burning bush, Amita wading into the Ganges, and a cow named Emily. She spoke of sacred spaces, asking, "Where do you take off your shoes? What is your sacred space?" We listened, we meditated, we sang, we chanted, "Take off your shoes!" We even took off our shoes.
Sis first said her sacred spaces were "a bunny hutch," and then she said the backyard. Bud said the playroom. Mama said our room. I said the kitchen, where we all gather everyday, to cook, to eat, to converse with friends and family, to share, sometimes to do homework, arts and crafts, experiments, blog.
Where do you take off your shoes?
At the front door, as soon as I come in. It saves the carpets as well as keeping the place cleaner than bringing in road dirt.
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