Thursday, December 13, 2012

My Feet Reeked UPDATED

Wow. Blogger deleted my post, damnit. Ok, here's something better anyway:

I didn't take off my shoes to prove anything. My family didn't want to be around me. My feet reeked.

I admire cody lundin and am better for knowing him, but it's not a form of imitation.

Foot health, that was the first reason. Then I discovered 101 more.
I feel closer to a primal humanity. To animal. to nature.
I pay more attention, go more slowly, and am awakened by the sensations of the moment - all qualities that are part of a healthy life path.
I feel stronger, and judging by the utterly stunned reaction of perfect strangers, I must be insane.
"Where are your shoes", "Don't your feet hurt", "You're crazy"
These are from people I don't even know, people who would have nothing to say if I hadn't taken off my shoes, which could be the thing that is most striking: going barefoot brings me closer to people. It creates an opening that had been plugged up with shoes. I'd like to say they are filled with compassionate wonder, reaching out to me from lips loosened by the sight of a man's toes. It's often scorn, disgust, walking barefoot on a bathroom floor. Mister, the soles of your shoes collect more shit and are harder to clean than my feet,  and besides, I don't eat with them.
The danger. Oh, the broken glass everywhere, the rocks and prickers. Truth: the most blood I've lost came from stepping on broken glass in my own bedroom. I think I broke a toe stubbing it the road. That's a lesson: that the hardest thing on a bare foot is pavement. Once you get off the roads things go better.
Wearing shoes indoors is an affront to many cultures. Not us. Bare feet are considered ugly in American.
Isn't barefoot the ideal? It represents the beach, green green grass, childhood, pregnancy, freedom without care.
I love most of all, when my love says to someone, "He can run barefoot across the desert floor".

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