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barefoot hugs

are we truly [just] about – isolation? isolation: this insatiable need to fence-in, block-off, lock-up, every aspect of our lives. homes surrounded by faux-wood fortresses and moats electronic – moats surveying their recorded surveillance: making sure our lives are isolated, insuring that “community”  is limited to those who meet the neighborhood-association preset standards. isolation – hugs, touch, feel, regulated to…

blog followers – please read

good morning to my loyal blog followers. it is with great appreciation that  I write this note. you will notice that “runitbare” is somewhat altering its life – and that is always good when allow ourselves the ability to change and adapt! I will continue to write blogs, however those blogs will promote more of living-bare, living-small and living-true to…

unplugged barefoot

barefoot – unplugged

connected they arrive – wired into [that] which they seek escape   connected they run – velcro shackles tight [reminders] they are: targeted marketed projected   sold – on a concept, a belief, a truth purely invented by growth-earnings sought   connected they run – running to their masters-beat {s.s. – 2014}   . . . Prior to responses suggesting…

original

often, we fear – to be original. fearful, of actually standing-out, fearful of “others” taking notice of who/what we choose to be, or, believe ourselves to-be. most are raised in a duality-mode: raised/told to be “anybody” you want to be, YET, instilled upon [those] words spoken, laced in each breath absorbed: a chastising heed NOT to be different, to play…

Cropped Art

just be!

“how do you describe yourself?” –  ME “what is your Art?” –  ME “who are your influences?” –  ME “who inspired you?” –  ME . . . simplistic replies encompassing ALL that is – ME simplistic replies given to minds unable to understand the enormity of the reply – replied . . . feel free to just be YOU! feel…

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barefoot – feet bare

I am a mutation of an expectation I am: Because I thought. I thought: Because I sought. I sought: Because I heard. I heard: Because I listened. I listened: Because I cared.   I cared: Because I choose.   I choose: Because I breathe.   I breathe: Because I love.   I love: Because I live.   I live: Because…

gps

barefoot GPS

  With respect towards words penned centuries ago, “To be or not to be” happens to be one of those rare, yet persistent – stupid questions! And, those who believe that:  “That IS the question of life” Need to discover a means to: Get-a-life!   Why! Why this notion of one or the other – this way, or that –…

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labeled!

    Amazing how easily we’ll label ourselves . . . I am this or that! I do this or that! Or . . . blindingly, we’ll spit out these questions, [lusting] off our tongue, sadistically entranced words engaged in an orgy of repetitive indoctrination:               What do you do?               What do you want to become?  …

Amass

barefoot thinking

  thinking – is NEVER a bad thing! {s.s. – 2014}   With obscene frequency, words, structured within statements of constipated certainty, [commandeers] beautiful art proudly displayed between my left and right sound-passages, as: “You think too much,” senselessly pirates my exhibits, stripping my walls . . .  of beauty, self-created.   HOW, the hell. . .  can someone think…

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barefoot . . . morning run

Pure in stride, I run. Barefoot – silent and free.   Past footprints vaguely detectable, fading, in the rising sun.   Arresting holds of uncertainty released into a warming breeze surrendering brilliantly into a tango pulsating within body and mind.   Pure in form, I run. Barefoot – unrestricted, uninhibited, uncontrolled. Aligned amongst hours attached on the wind, time relaxes,…

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nature’s trinity

  Where are we going? The human species, that is. We scurry about, busily pushing our life around. Fetching, and then hiding small treasures with the zest of a fall squirrel, zipping through the new-fallen snow.   Why do we tuck them away, these personal delights, these morsels we frantically look for?   Survival, they say. Our existence depends on…

barefoot – admission of injury . . . blame the yoga pants!!

Often it is asked while I’m barefoot, either wandering about, or most often out for a run, “doesn’t’ that hurt,” or “won’t barefoot cause injury?” Running magazines, blogs, and seemingly more and more articles abound on the Web addressing this question, [and] then, they proceed to self-prophesize an answer by citing what [they] perceive as the inherent dangers of running…