Where the heart goes, the feet will follow.
Where the heart goes, the feet will follow. My whole life, my heart has ached for adventure. I'm feeling full of gratitude today for where that desire has led me and where my feet continue to take me. I occasional get an accidental photo of one of my feet. It's been fun to see that story unfold in its own way. We were visiting an urban farm in Havana, Cuba. There had been a lot if rain so our guide provided us with makeshift boots (plastic bags) to keep our feet clean. It wa s one of the warmest and sunniest days of our trip in January. I was happy that I decided to wear a dress. The gentle breezes pushed the flowy fabric against my skin. I felt showy, like the pink bougainvillea hanging from the fence, -- something pretty in a utilitarian environment. Everywhere there was productivity! The tour of the farm was led by a woman named Isis (the good kind she says). She spoke to us about not just the productivity of the farm, but the nourishment it provides to the co
