Reviews
I keep this book by my bed. After crazy days with my students, I'll flip to any page—like 'Grandma's Watching Sandy' or 'Nancy's Dream'—and instantly feel calmer. FoFeet's way of turning small moments (like feeding birds or baking pancakes) into spiritual anchors? Genius. It's not preachy, just… real. Like she's sitting with you, saying, 'Breathe. The sacred's right here.'
Look, I don't do churches. But this? The poems on addiction ('It's Okay, Jim') and identity ('When I Was Steve') hit different. FoFeet doesn't sell spirituality; she shows how it lives in messy human stuff—failing, searching, loving. The fables after each poem feel like debriefs with a wise friend. Walked away feeling heard, not lectured.
Normally, poetry's not my thing, but the combo here? Poem lands the emotion, then the fable (like 'Bee Different Daughter') unpacks it like storytime with your grandma. Our club argued for hours about 'Am I FoFeet?'—that duality of human/divine. FoFeet makes you feel the lesson, not just read it. Refreshing.
As a Fifth Church member, seeing our stories honored—'Thank You, Toye,' 'Obedience of Martin'—got me. FoFeet captures how this place isn't just pews; it's lifelines. She shows spiritual community like no one else: imperfect people holding each other up. Made me proud to be part of this 'tribe.' Outsiders? They'll get why it matters.
Read 'Payne Rescue' during chemo. FoFeet gets pain—how it can become your purpose if you let it. Her lines on using wounds to heal others? I wept. Then the fable gently says, 'Your rescue is in you.' Not fluffy positivity. Just… sturdy hope. This book stayed in my bag like a first-aid kit.
FoFeet's nature poems ('Tracing Trisha,' 'Lou') feel like my forest walks put to words. She notices how moss on stones or a hawk's flight can reset your soul. The fable about the flower growing in concrete ('Reflection Melanie') is now taped to my fridge. Simple, grounding stuff for city folks craving wild truth.
Clients keep borrowing my copy! FoFeet's magic? She names quiet struggles—like feeling 'too different' ('Special Divine Lou') or chasing worthiness ('Marilyn')—without judgment. Her approach feels like a nurse-poet (which she is): practical yet lyrical. The fables reframe anxiety as spiritual growing pains. My copy's dog-eared to death.
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