Happy Feet

👣 Happy Feet It was chunky and juicy, the sensation of my barefoot feet on the parquet. I can't describe it any better than a full-bodied walk. It was so delicious that food adjectives seem to narrate the experience the best. It tells a story, the impetus in the arches of our feet 👣 : the filling out and filling in of them. I was pressing my whole foot into the floor, something I rarely do consciously. I felt my whole foot suck in the wood, as if it were craving it (which it probably was, being used to rubber soles.) Yes: it felt like there were suction pads under my heel and under the balls where callouses sometimes grow to protect me...even my toes became little suction cups. How glorious to take the time to truly feel the walk! To feel my weight slowly change, stabilizing in the center of one foot while the other almost dangled in mid-air, only the ball supporting it. And then I pushed through the limits of stability, leaning into the toes of the first foot until the second t...