Use your feet (and move forward) - Deanna Kent
Let's talk gratitude for our feet -- because they can carry us away from what we don't want, and towards the opportunity to follow our dreams.
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Use your feet (and move forward)

23 Mar Use your feet (and move forward)

My car broke yesterday. $450-to-get-fixed kind of broke. What that little surprise offered me was a chance to walk to work. The trek’s only about 20 minutes (3000-ish steps, according to my fabulous fit bit)—so really, a nice chance to get my head clear before I mess it up with the day-to-day.

This morning, as I was about half-way up a little hill, a passage came back to me. It was from the mind of a character I created —she wrote, “….the odd thought that alone through this natural tempestuousness, wrapped from the coldness, I carry all life experiences and am strong enough to walk along with them wherever I need to go, through any storm.”

It’s from my novel, West Wind, North Chatter. It was published a long time ago (seriously long ago and out of print now by a small publisher & you should really go buy a book or two from an indie bookstore to support new writers) and I don’t think of it much these days (so many new words in my brain now), but those ones came into my head this morning and I felt grateful that a long time ago I knew the feelings of independence and gratitude well enough to articulate them (even if just via fiction), and also grateful that my walk jolted something in my brain hard enough to remember it. Remember and feel. It’s such a ridiculously simple and marvelous truth— even if I have nothing, I’ve got feet.

No matter what, most of us have feet that can get us to somewhere or from something. They’ll run ahead so we can chase our dreams, they’ll be there to land on after a horrible fall, and help us tread softly when we need to slow the hell down. They’ll propel us forward if we need to escape, or elevate us as we’re jumping into the beautiful unknown. Sometimes they allow us to stand perfectly still so we can be mindful of now, and be visible enough to justify a pair of good shoes. They can help us carry the weight of the world (hopefully temporarily until we find a big fucking cliff to throw that shit from), and also help us twirl and tap when it’s time to just dance.

So yeah—thanks, feet.

5 Comments
  • Kimma
    Posted at 21:33h, 23 March Reply

    You’re amazing as always.

    • Deanna
      Posted at 21:37h, 23 March Reply

      You are — and with dancer feet. (And feet that don’t trip in loooong pants.) xoxoxo

  • Janine
    Posted at 16:06h, 24 March Reply

    Still loving your words ❤️

  • Fran Topp
    Posted at 07:37h, 25 March Reply

    A great piece ! Glad to read your words again … I still have my copy of your novel 😉

    • Deanna
      Posted at 08:34h, 25 March Reply

      Fran, thanks so much! xoxo

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