I talk to my feet all the time.
I didn’t realize it till this morning when it dawned on me that at some level, I’m always monitoring my feet: thinking to them, worried about them, checking in with them.
They’re in mind, they send me messages.
This morning they’re tingling a little bit, ringing warning bells.
“Pay attention to me! To both of us, and to each!”
Last night I rolled the little happy face sparkly ball under my feet. It’s a small, marble-sized ball from Diddam’s Party store. It has a happy face on it, and I use it to loosen up the tiny intrinsic muscles between the bones of my feet.
It hurts and at first, I was afraid when I used it.
Afraid my feet would be even more sore after; bruised and painful.
But they weren’t; they were free!
Toes moving better, exercises working better.
After three days, I took off the taping.
Three days of pain-free feet and sponge baths.
I soaked in the tub….glorious….and the tape came off easily in the water.
Toes are free.
But walking, they were talking to me.
Bind the tape around us, we feel like babies, swaddled and secure. We like it.
So I did.
Yesterday in the studio before our lesson, taping my feet, listening to them, my left foot telling me it wanted more here, keeping it happy,
Only one sore place left, under the toes, but that tiny sore place is the trimtab for my feet.
A trimtab is the tiny rudder on the big rudder of a gigantic ship.
Turn the trimtab and now you can turn the rudder.
Break the trimtab and the big rudder is suddenly difficult to maneuver.
The trimtab of my feet is the tiny points of the ball of the foot under my second and third toes.
It’s the little place that was broken before and now, I’m always monitoring.
Dancing was done and I did my homework: press into the tight places, feel the pain, and breathe.
That happy faced Diddam’s party marble hurt and intense messages ran up my legs to my eyes, opening wide.
I pressed on.
Knowing that after I stopped they would not be sore, they would be better.
And they were.