Living on Concrete
Last week I gave into vanity and wore boots with heels to teach my class. I was on my feet for 2 hours and 45 minutes. The floor gave little compassion and my feet and knees protested vehemently. Oh boy.
I know it’s Winter and the ground is hard, but I can’t imagine it’s as unforgiving as the floor of that classroom. It’s amazing how a small change in angle of a foot plant resonates through the entire body.
I shouldn’t be surprised since I know that all the meridians of the body end in the feet. Our poor feet take a pounding and get little gratitude. Jammed in shoes, not seeing the light of day, the ultimate indignity is asking them to plant in ways that Nature didn’t intend.
There are young women whose fashionable shoes should constitute an Olympic event! I have actually told a few strangers with incredible shoes and elicited a chuckle or two. I am not a candidate for the Foot Ware Olympics.
The mere fact that we’re on two legs rather than four demands a lot of our two feet. Add to that the hard surfaces and the shoes and we have misery traveling up the legs to the spine. No surprise that we have low back issues, knee and hip replacements.
I am an admirer of yoga feet. Each toe has a life of its own, not squashed against the others. I asked a yoga teacher how her feet got to be so happy. She said she walks on the earth when possible and wears shoes as little as possible.
As I write this blog I’m barefoot! Maybe my feet will forgive me.
With love, Rosanne