Hurts...like new shoes
I remember when I was in about class 3 and my father told me that he wore shoes for the first time when he went to high school...or at some point later in his life. I was amazed by that, then confused. I had always worn shoes and was not able to see how that could have been a possibility. I have grown since then, and I have somewhat seen the world around and beyond me. I have met different people that have greatness in them, whether or not they have shoes on.
My fondest shoe memory was when my sister taught me how to wear them the "right way". I had a habit of wearing my shoes and then showing my sister that I had put them on all by myself. The problem though, was that I always wore them chikoleko* and I walked funny, plus it hurt. One time, she was tired of seeing me wear the shoes the wrong way so the knelt down next to me and said,
"Look here!" Pointing at the shoes.
"If it goes like this", moving her hand from left to right along the front of the shoe "it is for the left leg. And if it goes like this!" moving her hand from right to left of the front of the other shoe, "it is for the right leg. Ok? Now try them on"
I repeated what she did. Silently to myself and then put on the shoes. And they were no longer chikoleko! My shoe problems were over! Well, I still have shoe problems...especially with regard to those high heel type shoes. I am slowly learning to deal with those. I digress.
Dad told me that wearing shoes for the first time was really hard for him because his toes were used to being free and now they had to fit into this shoe that had his toes coming togeter. It hurt. He eventually got used to the shoes and how they felt.
Being in a studio is one of those painful things. I am learning to be present and to understand how the process goes. The story about Dad, my sister and shoes makes me realize that it may hurt, but it gets better... I guess. :) There is always a lesson in the process. Smile.
*chikoleko- A word we used when we were kids to mean opposites- especially where shoes were concerned.
My fondest shoe memory was when my sister taught me how to wear them the "right way". I had a habit of wearing my shoes and then showing my sister that I had put them on all by myself. The problem though, was that I always wore them chikoleko* and I walked funny, plus it hurt. One time, she was tired of seeing me wear the shoes the wrong way so the knelt down next to me and said,
"Look here!" Pointing at the shoes.
"If it goes like this", moving her hand from left to right along the front of the shoe "it is for the left leg. And if it goes like this!" moving her hand from right to left of the front of the other shoe, "it is for the right leg. Ok? Now try them on"
I repeated what she did. Silently to myself and then put on the shoes. And they were no longer chikoleko! My shoe problems were over! Well, I still have shoe problems...especially with regard to those high heel type shoes. I am slowly learning to deal with those. I digress.
Dad told me that wearing shoes for the first time was really hard for him because his toes were used to being free and now they had to fit into this shoe that had his toes coming togeter. It hurt. He eventually got used to the shoes and how they felt.
Being in a studio is one of those painful things. I am learning to be present and to understand how the process goes. The story about Dad, my sister and shoes makes me realize that it may hurt, but it gets better... I guess. :) There is always a lesson in the process. Smile.
*chikoleko- A word we used when we were kids to mean opposites- especially where shoes were concerned.
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