As a dancer, I know my feet from the inside: I can move on only toe mounds or heels. I know how to make music with them. But my feet, from the outside, are not me. They are my mother's
“If my stomach is where my unprocessed feelings go to die - a graveyard, almost - my feet are where my needs reside like a secret. I touch them sparingly.” I’m still grappling with this. Swaati, your essays work at so many levels. First there is the unsparing and unselfconscious gaze and sharing and then the fearless exploration beyond the physical to the emotional and even metaphysical! Thank you for sharing of yourself and keep on writing
You touch on so many deep issues, even as you write about your feet. This piece reflects my current journey so much!
There is this thing they call ancestral karma and it is interesting how we sometime live out our parents’ lives again. I am learning to stop, step off the treadmill, observe and not repeat patterns that are not helpful.
As always, Swaati, a thought provoking and deep article.
Can’t wait to read the next in the series! What is it about? The eyes? The hands?
Loved re-reading this Swaati! This story is told like your feet have a life of their own and you are looking down at them like a third person and just telling it! 💙
Wow Swaati! Your feet have really talked and told quite a story. Thanks for sharing the thoughts about what you REALLY feel about your feet....makes the reader think what would their own feet be thinking about 🤔
“If my stomach is where my unprocessed feelings go to die - a graveyard, almost - my feet are where my needs reside like a secret. I touch them sparingly.” I’m still grappling with this. Swaati, your essays work at so many levels. First there is the unsparing and unselfconscious gaze and sharing and then the fearless exploration beyond the physical to the emotional and even metaphysical! Thank you for sharing of yourself and keep on writing
You touch on so many deep issues, even as you write about your feet. This piece reflects my current journey so much!
There is this thing they call ancestral karma and it is interesting how we sometime live out our parents’ lives again. I am learning to stop, step off the treadmill, observe and not repeat patterns that are not helpful.
As always, Swaati, a thought provoking and deep article.
Can’t wait to read the next in the series! What is it about? The eyes? The hands?
Loved re-reading this Swaati! This story is told like your feet have a life of their own and you are looking down at them like a third person and just telling it! 💙
Wow Swaati! Your feet have really talked and told quite a story. Thanks for sharing the thoughts about what you REALLY feel about your feet....makes the reader think what would their own feet be thinking about 🤔