plucking blackberries.

“Earth is crammed with heaven,
and every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees takes off his shoes.
The rest sit around it and
Pluck blackberries.” -Elizabeth Barret Browning

i live my life mostly barefoot. i was complaining earlier about my left big toe being cold, and my two of my sisters told me to put on socks. i refused. why? well, i don't like socks. i wish i could say that it was because i want to be barefoot to remind me that this earth, my life, is holy. but it's just not true.

i don't like socks because i don't like feeling trapped. i like feeling free. i want to be able to wiggle my toes and tap them whenever i feel like it. and socks are like feet prison.

what i wish is that i viewed my life as a sockless foot. a life that is full of freedom and the presence of the Lord. a life that is made with room to breathe. a life where i often sit down next to the burning bush.

but if i'm honest, i'm left with this question:

am i seeing the bushes ablaze with Him or am i simply plucking earth's blackberries?