In early June, I fractured my left ankle while bushwhacking along the Clackamas River in Oregon. The fracture was a small one, so I didn't have to wear a boot. But I hobble along, lippety-lippety, attending to the daily work at hand but at half the pace. Summer is here in Oregon and I am soaking in the support of the earth with my bare feet every chance I get to help my ankle heal. I often feel a steady flow of cooling and calming energy permeate my body. The practice of plac