Live Barefoot: a Summer Manifesto.

Via on May 28, 2012

 

Something’s been bothering me lately.

I’ve got that itch.

You do too.

It’s like being a kid and getting into scrapes because it’s so close to the end of school you could touch it. We get that restless itch and nothing fits—everything’s slightly irritating.

I love to work, and believe in it. I dig it. I dive in and immerse myself in it. But in order to be excellent at work, we need phenomenal playtime too.

We need summer.

(It’s almost here!)

Fall is great for playing in the leaves. Winter is full of snowball fights, skiing, snow angels and cocoa by the fire. Spring is dancing in the rain and picking dandelions. But the real play time—the play that picks us up, shakes out the cobwebs and finds our smile again—lives in the country of summer.

I believe in summer, with my whole heart.

I believe in living barefoot from April through October.

I believe in hammocks

I believe the smell of fresh-cut-grass, wild honeysuckle and wet skin can cure just about anything.

I believe that cherries are meant to be eaten seconds after being picked.

I believe in whole afternoons of nothing but cloud watching, daisy picking and playing thumb war.

I believe in counting fireflies, skipping rocks and reading each other’s tan lines.

I believe in splishing, splashing, diving, floating and soaking—as often as possible.

Summer isn’t for grown ups. Summer is for the mermaids and pirates lurking underneath.

The ocean, the lake, the creek, the pool, the waterfall, the sprinkler. Summer is in you—just add water.

I believe in outside more than in.

I believe in getting muddy.

I believe the best kisses are watermelon flavored.

I believe in homemade lemonade served in Mason jars.

I believe in sunburned noses, Popsicle-red lips and grass-stained knees.

I believe in hot pink toenails, lime green shorts and polka-dot bathing suits.

I believe in skinny dipping.

I believe in bonfires and s’mores.

I believe in flip flops, sundresses and checking each other for new freckles.

I believe dancing under the stars.

I believe in summer.

Like elephant barefoot, sunburned and blissful on Facebook.

 

About Kate Bartolotta

Kate Bartolotta is the strongest girl in the world. She is the love child of a pirate and a roller derby queen. She hails from the second star to the right. She doesn't know how to behave with all the apples and ibexes. She doesn't suffer from her eight million freckles, she loves them! Like a rolling stone, Kate gathers no moss. Kate loves kale, being barefoot, Dr. Seuss, singing too loudly, gallivanting, palindromes, blackberries and has far too many books for her own good. When she's not writing, you can find her practicing yoga, running in the woods, playing with her kids, devouring a book, planting dandelions, changing the world and doing her dishes. Kate does not play the accordion. She is a massage therapist, writer and a compassionate friend to all. This year Kate aspires to finally give up on learning to knit and will instead spend that time putting a little bit more of her heart on the page. Connect with Kate on Facebook and Twitter

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11 Responses to “Live Barefoot: a Summer Manifesto.”

  1. LindaJSack says:

    Kate, I always love your posts!

  2. Lisa says:

    http://www.charlestontreasures.net/2012/05/are-yo
    I truly enjoyed this post…so much so, that I just re-posted it on my own blog! Love it!

  3. Shawna says:

    Yup, yup and yup. I believe in wind blown hair and the smell of thunderstorms in the air.

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