Beneath My Feet

Thanks for this beautiful photo by friend Jessica Robinson. It was taken while she was sailing and diving in Rudder Cut Cay in the Exumas, 2023.  Picking up trash on the roadside with our garbage bags in tow, someone came by and said to my husband and me, "you are fighting a losing battle."   This person's attitude reminded me of a story* of a young boy on the beach after a very bad storm. A woman approached him as she noticed that he was picking things from the beach and tossing them into the water. They were starfish that had been washed ashore in the storm. She asked him "Why would you bother throwing them in the sea because there are so many?  It won't make much of a difference. " Thousands littered the vast beach which stretched very far. The starfish wouldn't survive in the sun. The boy continued one by one and said as he tossed another into the ocean, "It made a difference to that one!"  Your efforts for doing good in the world are makin...

Daisies! A delightful pedicure surprise. Bucerias, 2023. What's that stuff between my toes? My sister was joking when she suggested that title for a blog post. Little did she know that my feet foto arsenal is vast. Feet are amazing, and you will be reminded of that when you drop a heavy jar of cranberry sauce on your big toe. (Right Janet?) Like most body parts, we take feet for granted when they are doing their job or walking us around without pain.  I'm terribly hard on my feet. I practically live barefoot on hard tile floors, or I'm flip flopping around in my "thongs". (Doesn't  that word make you smile? Some words you just can't use in the same way anymore.) To me, treating my calloused soles to pedicures, someone working on my feet or a foot rub is purely divine. I may have inherited this pleasure trait from my parents. When in their 80's the Foot Angel, as they called her, would come to their home and give them simple pedicures -- ahhh... heavenl...