Where Her Feet Pass...

(from a journal entry of January 28, 2003)

Just waking up, I was sitting on the 'throne' of contemplation, while Julia was in the midst of beauty preparations. I looked down at her feet, and for some reason, they impressed me. The strains of Morning Has Broken began flowing in my mind.

In that lovely hymn, the second stansa is as follows:

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Eleanor Farjeon
(1881 - 1965)

Of course, I did a little gender-change to 'Sprung in completeness where Her feet pass.

Later, when I showed Julia the impromptu picture, she waxed 'Julian'. Well, what else does one call the strange sort of word associations Julia does? She waxed GREEK, actually, and said a Greek would make a pun using the word TOKALOS, meaning 'the beautiful' and pronounced 'Toe Callus'

This morning, I pronounce Julia's feet beautiful, and really quite without callouses.

© Joan Lansberry