Pardon my muddy feet,God of reandrops and wriggle worms. I 've been outside.Splashing in puddles like a child is to rediscover your creation: cloak of fog, spiderweb weavings, birds of different feathers dining peacefully together.I get too busy to enjoyit. Thank you for this mud-luscious day when i am brought to my knees in awe, the best place to meet you --- as any child knows. I plan to pray barefoot from now on, curling my toes like a child and stretching toward you, so each day can be a whole-body experience. For it is because you are , that i am.