~Wiggling My Toes~

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly? Frida Kahlo
 
I think my feet are one of my better features.  I like my feet.  I am all about keeping them comfortable.  I hate having them cooped up in shoes so you will usually find me either barefooted or in my yellow box sandals.  I wear 2 actual rings on my toes.  The one on the right is over 10 years old.  The left one is 1 year old.   I used to love love love cute little flats until the bunion moved in.  ~shudders~  such an ugly word.  It is strategically hidden in the pic.  HA!

Random thought....remember running thread through the calloused part of your heel in the summer with a needle??


I splurged last week and went to get a pedicure.  I normally do my own toes but I like to be pampered and rubbed.  In the chair beside me was an older gentleman.  His grandson who appeared to be around 18 or 19 was with him sitting in a chair.  They were both wearing blue jeans and cowboy hats.  The older man told me that he had been getting pedicures for the last 10 years.  He said that he is on his feet *all.the.damned.time* and learned that he could do even more if he just took care of his feet.  He told me that getting his feet done always made him feel better and that made his whole outlook better.  He tried to get the grandson to give it a try...even offered to pay for it.  The grandson just blushed and told him that he was going to go outside and wait in the truck.


Wouldn't the world be a happier place if we took care of the little problems in our lives before they turn into big problems?


Years ago there was a sweet little family that lived across the street from my mom and dad.  The wife was pregnant with child number 3 and the was due any minute.  I went over one weekend and offered to give her a pedicure and she took me up on it.  The minute I touched her feet she began to cry.  I thought that I was hurting her.  I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she told me no.  She told me that what I was doing felt wonderful and the tears were not for that.  She told me that she did not where the tears were coming from and that she could not stop them.


I chalked it up to being extremely pregnant and tired.


The baby was born.  He died unexpectedly a few months later.  Within 2 weeks of the baby's death, it was revealed that her husband was addicted to porn and had propositioned several underage young women.  Their marriage crumbled.

Once, after I had an adjustment by my chiropractor, I cried.  He told me that was actually very normal because our cells store memories.


Do you think that her soul knew all along?   Do you think that something inside her knew things only looked bright and shiny...that that there was tarnish building?


Do we just keep polishing the tarnish?






 ....~laffin~  yes, I also believe that I have wings