Tender Foot.

A prayer from Graybeard trail.

“Tender foot”. We who have lost our way.

We who have forgotten.

But with feet so soft, every footprint, every contact, sole to earth, is felt.

And how sweet it is to remember the feeling of soil.

Remember the feeling of flat pine needles, of silky poplar leaves.

With each pad-paw of your footprint, drumming up old memories, straight to your heart.

Rest your mind loved one. Let the sole of your feet do the work of finding your way back.

Of remembering the graze of the stone and the texture of earth.

Our own feet were meant to teach us how to walk.

Do not despair the forgotten. The way back home holds great sweetness.