There is a moment at the end of every yoga class when a forward fold has you yearning to bring your head closer and closer to your feet. I’m not sure my body will ever a really do this, but that’s besides the point. Recently, this focus has brought an incredible appreciation and fascination for and with these two things that miraculously carry our bodies all over.
I have particularly scrawny feet for my size (I was recently called a “beast” albeit a “sexy” one). My feet however, are quite dainty. Skinny, with no padding as my mother would say. They are sensitive and bony and in some ways, not totally proportional to the rest of my body. I mean, I don’t look funny or anything. I’m just sayin’ I might have benefited from some additional girth.

These things though. So much strength in such little things! Tiny toe bones helping us to balance. Delicate arches holding our equilibrium. Ankles, heals, Achilles’ tendons baring our every movement. Long days at work, weird crossed legged positions, constant striking on the ground.
We humans really are of a miraculous design/evolution. It’s funny to me that we collectively have a sort of anti-feet thing. These are things to be praised. Stories are told of students sitting at the feet of their teachers. We would do well to sit at our own feet, graciously and gratefully soaking in all they do for us. This is one way of getting back to about as basic as it gets.
Your feet? They’ve run marathons. Plural. And maneuver in high heels. That will never cease to amaze me.
Thank you for our feet!
Also, happy anniversary! It is a testament to the frequency in which we have been writing over all that I feel like I have already written this post. I have been thinking about it for a few days. But, I may also be loosing my marbles and post precisely this one year ago. Our lives are nothing if not circles.