Today, July the 3rd, would have been Paul Cobb’s 25th birthday. Last night I had dinner with his parents, Jill and Don. They spent the day hiking at Montgomery Bell State Park. Part of their hike was to be done in their bare feet in Paul’s honor.
Remembering what Paul’s older brother Adrian had said at Paul’s memorial service, "So what do we do now that Paul is gone?”, Jill sent an email out to her family and friends suggesting that “over the next week, or month, or year take a walk outside in your bare feet. Go see some live music. Sing your favorite song as loud as you can and don’t worry if it sounds amazing or terrible. Just do something that makes you happy and don’t stop even if someone tells you to, because Paul wouldn’t’ve."
So, this morning before I left for the Mountain House I too went for a hike at the Narrows in my bare feet and I sang one of my favorite songs out loud:
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.