Keeper of sheep

Last weekend I visited my new, one-month-old nephew in Calgary, and he is a joy. An adorable joy. My trip is the reason I am now posting these shoes from dreams quite late after the fact of imagining them. It is now nearly a week after I dreamt the first couple of pairs (top). All I remember from the dream was that the butterlfly detail on the sandal was dazzling and actually, alive. But jewellery. In any case, it fluttered realistically. I remember thinking (dreamingly) that the butterfly represented a recent kiss.

The second dream, had one night later, offered several pairs of dazzling espadrilles. In real life, I can't stand espadrilles, unless Penelope Cruz is standing in them. However these were knockout espadrilles, beyond compare. Oh how I wish I could draw.

The entire experience of dreaming about perfect footwear makes me feel the same way as when I read this poem by Fernando Pessoa:

I'm a keeper of sheep

I'm a keeper of sheep.
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all sensations.
I think with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth

To think a flower is to see it and smell it
And to eat a fruit is to taste its meaning.

That's why on a hot day
When I ache from enjoying it so much,
And stretch out on the grass,
Closing my warm eyes,
I feel my whole body lying full length in reality,
I know the truth and I am happy.