These Boots

I went to a short little creative writing session this weekend and the leader asked us to write about shoes. It was amazing what each person wrote about the humble topic of those things on our feet. I did enjoy the exercise and thought I'd share what I wrote (we had about 20 min to write, so it's not perfect and I haven't edited it at all). These Boots

They've seen the world -- explored the hills of Germany, and the valleys of Spain. Walked the rainy streets of Seattle and the even more rainy lanes of Ireland.

They've seen the world, so they may have some wrinkles, creases, and scratches, but those only give them character. They're wise beyond their years.

They are purposefully not fancy or flashy; they're plain, but stylish. They realize they don't need to showcase what's on the outside by screaming for attention. Instead they know it's quality that matters -- strong leather that ages well and looks better the more adventures it experiences.

They've walked through the muck, but have done so with grace and integrity. Always ready to be wiped off and onto the next adventure.

They've been torn apart, but expertly reworked, resoled, and cobbled by a gentle, loving Cobbler who knew just what He was doing.

The best thing about these boots though, is that they aren't afraid to walk through the muck, to take the path less travelled, to experience the tears, scrapes, or even having the bottom ripped out of them. They're not afraid of it because they've been through it before and they've made it through that experience too. They'll chock it up to experience, pick themselves up, wipe off the dirt, buff out the scrapes and go at it again.

They realize that life isn't anything if not one giant adventure. And these boots are up for the challenge.

This, of course, turned into a metaphor about myself, so if you want to know how I see (and feel about) myself, just substitute I and me (or the correct pronoun) where appropriate, and there you have it.

So, on that note -- here's what these 'boots' have been this week ... (quick note -- in the age of instagram and filters, none of these pics have been edited, or even cropped. Just straight off the iphone. I'm not sure if that matters or anything, but in case it does, now you know.)

The River Lee Christmas in Cork river lee IMG_5771 IMG_5770 IMG_5769 IMG_5767 river lee  IMG_5796 IMG_5791 IMG_5789 IMG_5785 IMG_5784 IMG_5783 IMG_5782

 

And ... my boots...

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Just a couple notes: The picture of the pie is actually Sticky Toffee Pavlova, and it is one of the best things I've ever eaten. I was in a complete sugar coma afterwards, but totally worth it. The beach pics are from Garryvoe Beach where I had some work to do for the shop. During a break, I took a walk on the beach... what a gorgeous day!

 

Now if you've read this far -- I'll note that as I wrote the title of this post, I thought of this song by one of the few country artists I like.