Dorothy's journey began and ended with her shoes! Now THAT is my kind of story!!! While I have never been to into the movie or story its self, the concept always held a special place in my heart.
I have learned many lessons in my short, seemingly tiny 21 years of walking and each of them was done the hard way. I walked the entire path on my hands, or kicking and screaming or down right being dragged involuntarily by parental figures but I am grateful for every single one. I am appreciative of who I am today and I know I would not be the "today" me without the "yesterday" trials.
My house has not been thrown into a whirling tornado or had my dog stolen by some mean lady on a bike but Lord knows I have walked with some tin-women who were missing hearts and I have definitely seen cowardly lions and men with no brains in my day.
This past week I went to Tennessee and had a beautiful, stress and technology free 4-day vacation. The sites, sounds and company were all exquisite...then I returned to reality. After returning home in our rental car on Monday, I went to my car Tuesday morning to leave for work and the darn thing would not start. Nope, not the battery. Nope, not the gas. It just would not turn over. I tried everything! After finding a ride to a spare car and making it to work (plus some tears of frustration), I found myself paralyzed with fear. I could not keep walking. I had let little things pile up and pile up until they were the biggest demons that could not be tackled! Car registration expired, rent due in three days with less than desirable funds in the bank, 4 speed camera tickets, and still no second job, just to name a few. Things felt completely out of control and now a car that won't start?! "You have got to be kidding me?!?!"
Long story short, today I tow the darn thing to a local garage and it STARTS right up for the mechanic. He calls me, completely confused, asking me what exactly the problem was because it had been purring like a kitten for him since I dropped it off. He waived the diagnostic fee and I asked him to update the oil and complete a tire rotation. In the end, $60 for all that stress to be relieved?...YEP! I'll take it.
My point here?...My point is that Dorothy had a mission: find her way home. Isn't that what we are all doing? Looking for that home at the end of our path. What I have come to realize is that I have been home all along. The players and lessons whom have made moves in my life lead me to knowing a beautiful family that is ever growing, a beautiful romantic love that is full of willingness, communication and grace, and a future that will be FULL (trust me) of knowledge that I can then pass along to those behind me. I may not have a wizard or a man behind a curtain but I have my own Auntie 'Em's and Toto's. I think I will be just fine...as long as I keep on clickin' my sparkly red pumps!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Baby Steps
Today is day 7,670 for these dirty feet of mine, but it is the first you are hearing of them and their journeys. Why is that? Maybe you have not been listening, maybe you did not know of them, or maybe you simply have not been introduced to them. Well allow me to do the honors...
These are my feet, my very foundation. The ball, the heel, and ten sometimes-painted toes. They perform the obvious, common day activities such as walking, pushing pedals, climbing, and running, but they are SO much more than that. They are the driving force behind where I go, essentially the reason I get there. They walk through things that they are most proud of and take journeys whether I want too or not. These feet carry a load of 120 pounds every single day, in contraptions which can sometimes only be described as militant punishment.These feet carry me through lifes daily trials and experiences. They have known love and heartache. My two foundational platforms are highly arched and pointy, as you may find a dancers feet. They have never been broken, althought after the shoes they stride in sometimes, they may tell you otherwise if asked. They deserve some respect!
Back in the day, they came to know freedom with summers spent in plastic, sparkly 90's sandals and light-up sneakers with the latest pop culture phenomenon character on them. They lifted my sister high into the sky during childhood games of "airplane" and they have played in cleats on a soccer field for 13 years. They have been crammed into homecoming heels and high school drama production platforms. They have walked barefoot in oil-ridden parking lots and stomped on tree bark high up in the trees. These gracious givers have pounded cement flooring in a restaurant job and chased toddlers while being a nanny. They have been loved and nurtured with great care by my very best love and have been stubbed on some incredibly hard surfaces. Oh the tests I have put them through.
My most bottom features have been to some very interesting places and have landed in substances of every sort. Blisters, cuts, and scrapes have become a norm to them. I prefer to have my feet as naked as possible, as often as possible. And I mean barefoot all summer, flip-flops until November 30th and snow boots off as fast as possible in January. Over time, my toesies have fallen in love with grass, crunchy leaves, puddles, slippery pavement, asphalt, oil, mud and ocean grains. Such a beautiful love affair it has been, and it has only just begun.
This is not the beginning of their story, but it is the first time their adventures have been documented. I will share all of their journeys, experiences and mishaps. Here we go...baby steps towards a new and exciting story!
These are my feet, my very foundation. The ball, the heel, and ten sometimes-painted toes. They perform the obvious, common day activities such as walking, pushing pedals, climbing, and running, but they are SO much more than that. They are the driving force behind where I go, essentially the reason I get there. They walk through things that they are most proud of and take journeys whether I want too or not. These feet carry a load of 120 pounds every single day, in contraptions which can sometimes only be described as militant punishment.These feet carry me through lifes daily trials and experiences. They have known love and heartache. My two foundational platforms are highly arched and pointy, as you may find a dancers feet. They have never been broken, althought after the shoes they stride in sometimes, they may tell you otherwise if asked. They deserve some respect!
Back in the day, they came to know freedom with summers spent in plastic, sparkly 90's sandals and light-up sneakers with the latest pop culture phenomenon character on them. They lifted my sister high into the sky during childhood games of "airplane" and they have played in cleats on a soccer field for 13 years. They have been crammed into homecoming heels and high school drama production platforms. They have walked barefoot in oil-ridden parking lots and stomped on tree bark high up in the trees. These gracious givers have pounded cement flooring in a restaurant job and chased toddlers while being a nanny. They have been loved and nurtured with great care by my very best love and have been stubbed on some incredibly hard surfaces. Oh the tests I have put them through.
My most bottom features have been to some very interesting places and have landed in substances of every sort. Blisters, cuts, and scrapes have become a norm to them. I prefer to have my feet as naked as possible, as often as possible. And I mean barefoot all summer, flip-flops until November 30th and snow boots off as fast as possible in January. Over time, my toesies have fallen in love with grass, crunchy leaves, puddles, slippery pavement, asphalt, oil, mud and ocean grains. Such a beautiful love affair it has been, and it has only just begun.
This is not the beginning of their story, but it is the first time their adventures have been documented. I will share all of their journeys, experiences and mishaps. Here we go...baby steps towards a new and exciting story!
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