cleansing the soul

One of the more bizarre activities we partook in in Medellin was our moonlight visit to the Japanese-inspired “barefoot park”, located at the foot of a building named "the intelligent building", although I am unsure of how a building can be intelligent.
In the park, a man dressed like Steve Irwin and armed with a megaphone (somewhat disturbing the Zen) instructed us to take off our shoes. The group was then lead barefoot through a series of paths with textures ranging from razor-sharp pebbles and bark to sand, grass and finally water – with occasional stops to rub our faces, lie on the floor, hum and bond with mother earth. The phrase “open your soul” was employed at one point. Not sure about that soul, but the soles of my feet were certainly opened, by walking barefoot over sharp “pieces of nature”.



Rubbing our hands together to create the cosmic energy.
Or something.