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The Barefoot Path is me, Tom.
I’m a family man and company director by day, yoga teacher-in-training by night (and early mornings). I run a mental business called Raven Forge — we make fantasy swords and replica props from computer games, anime and movies. And yes, it really is as fun as it sounds. I love my job.
So why, oh why, do I also run a blog and spend weekends training to be a yoga teacher? Honest answer: I was blessed with a brain that just won’t sit the fuck still. It was a nightmare at school, but it’s been a blessing as an adult.
I write about life: the great bits, the messy bits, the learning curves, the small victories, and sometimes the big wins. I write about responsibility and accountability, neurodivergence, and yoga. I write about learning, running a business, and just… figuring stuff out.
Thanks for joining me in my space. Genuinely, it’s a pleasure to have you here.
- Tom

When I was 16, my dad took my brother and me to America; he was worried it would be our last holiday together and decided to go big. We went to the Grand Canyon and, as we have always been a walking family, the plan was to walk the Grand Canyon. Not out to skeleton point like the Americans do, but to hop the fence, walk past the “Danger of death” signs, and get all the way to the bottom. Over 20 miles, 8000 feet in elevation and 38 degrees heat and about 15 hours. We followed the South Kaibab Trail and it was - well I was 16, it was really fucking far. Beautiful, life affirming, a memory to last a lifetime, but really fucking far.
This particular memory was of a long path, the whole path was made with thick, heavy orange shale, which looked like flint knives. A man walked towards us…