I read an article recently that recommended walking with bare feet. I’ve been dutifully trotting outside each morning while I wait for my coffee to brew and walking on the little gravel patch on the side of the house.
Back and forth. Bare legs. Bare arms. Bare feet.
The rocks are hard and cold on my tender feet. It hurts. I feel the nerves in my legs responding and muscles contracting. I feel where I am unstable and where I overcompensate. It’s fascinating and disturbing but answers some questions about my body. Doing this makes me feel very vulnerable. I become aware of things I need to change and of the temporal nature of life. It’s also making me feel stronger and more alive, day by day.
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it. I like feeling good.
What I love about myself is my smile, so frequent and genuine.
I love the thunderous laughter that comes in waves and echoes in my children’s hearts.
The randomly-chosen word of the day is world from Stand Still Like the Hummingbird by Henry Miller. I’m going to offer the entire paragraph that it came from because it’s so fantastic. It will serve nicely as today’s quote:
Frankly, if we must play with this idea of saving the world, then I say that in making an aquarelle which pleases me–me, not you necessarily–I am doing my share better than any cabinet minister with or without portfolio. I believe that even His Holiness, the Pope, little as I believe in him, may be doing his part too. But then, if I include him I must also include such as Al Capone and Elvis Presley. Why not? Can you prove the contrary? (p. 83)
I cannot prove the contrary. In fact, I think it’s true that we’re all doing our best, all learning from one another, all have our part to play in each other’s unfolding. The world certainly doesn’t need saving but we do. We need more love and appreciation and less condemnation. More patience and tenderness. More play and delight.
Today’s randomly-chosen word comes from the Tao Te Ching. I picked up a copy at a used bookstore yesterday to use for blackout poetry and decided to use it for our word which is others (from book one XX).
I don’t have much to say today. I just wanted to paint with my blood again , create a bricolage by assembling the ephemera that has come me of late, and feel. I’ll let Carl Jung speak instead. Today’s quote is from The Red Book. (He always has a lot to say about others.) Continue reading “bricolage project day 21 [others]”