The Old Shoe of the Sea

The Ole Shoe
Stories to tell
to those who pause, ask, and listen.

Freedom to Be,
Not attached to a foot,
Or a human’s agenda.

Not stuck in a closet.
Not concerned with how it looks.
Not feeling lost.
Not even feeling old.

Mysterious.
Stories to tell.
Aged and Rugged.
Moss and things attached,
along for the ride - or simply part of aging.

I pause, ask, and listen.
Where have you been?
If not on a human’s foot, what is your purpose?
Did some one lose you? How?

Not lost. Oh no, not lost,
but surrendered to the sea,
and where it flows…..
where the tides and waves carry it next.

Sitting comfortably, patiently, peacefully,
where the Sea has placed it….for now.

Sitting amongst its friends and fellow journeyers.
Stones, sand, sea weed.

If you look closely you will see a soft natural humor.
Can you see the smile?
Sand, stones, and seaweed make me smile.

Wise Ole Shoe of the Sea.
Simply Being itself.
Being where it’s placed by life.
No questioning. Just Being.
Gives hope.

Wise Ole Shoe of the Sea shares its wisdom.
Be who you are, wherever you are.
Appreciate your travel companions and laugh along the way.
Take time to peacefully rest,
until the next tide or wave takes to you a new place….
And it will.

I left the shoe on the beach
to continue its journey.
Tempted to pick it up, take it home as a memento,
or to clean up the beach.
I left it there, not interfering with its journey or its destiny.

Thank you Ole Shoe of the Sea,
For your Presence, Wisdom, and Humor.
Bless you on your way.

I walked away with a light-hearted freedom….
And a smile on my face.