on my boots and I walk out the door. And I know you do the same and your courageous effort is a reminder to me that I am not alone in this world.
We all have eyes. Let us live with awakened hands. Find your people. The solution to the mystery is to find a friend to pull you forward and to assist others in getting the same joy from their life as you do from yours.
I could not see
that I was just a witness
in the desert
What I wrote back:
I seldom get it right, the out-the-door footwear thing. For instance, I’m supposed to have gym shoes, for working out in the gym. I have many pairs of running shoes and sad to say, I often wear them in the horse pen. And I also wear Pete’s running shoes in the horse pen. And so, today I wore Pete’s smelly running shoes to the gym -- fortunately I had a roll of paper towels on hand -- the paper towels are for cleaning the car windows of Death Trap, my beater vehicle. Death Trap does not have windshield wiper fluid, so the windshield wiper’s smear the crud that the semis leave on the windshields in their wake. (Be patient, I’m not moving at the speed of light, but I am going somewhere with this).
And so I cleaned off the soles of Pete’s running shoes before entering the gym, but of course they were dirty because I put them on before leaving the house instead of my boots. I simply forgot they would pick up crap. And of course, they left imprints on the yoga mats. And, well, they smelled very horsey. To add to this, I smelled like woodsmoke because I stoked the fire before I left home. My personal fitness trainer does not know what to make of me or my shoes or my woodsy body odor. He's remained unfailingly polite, but I am sure that I’m trying his patience. I started out by not wearing any shoes at all, like my former yoga teacher and Tai Chi teachers recommended. Of course, my personal trainer one day took me aside and told me that I had to wear shoes when in the fitness center. Ben tends to over explain things. I tend to under explain things. It’s the way we communicate. I think this has to do with the fact that he thinks I’m old and dottering and I think I’m old and dottering. I wanted to say, but did not, that I own my own movements (this is functional movement talk), but not a pair of clean running shoes. Furthermore, I’m not going to invest in another pair because I know me well. I’d at some point end up wearing them in the horse pen. So as I’ve learned, in such instances, to just nod and bring on the stinky shoes.
I try everyone's patience; in fact, am good at pushing other's patience to the max. Poor Pete – he has to live with me and the fact that I routinely track dirt into the kitchen, often after he’s mopped the floor. I have at times, retraced my steps and attempted to clean up my mess with a broom, but have discovered that the broom makes mud smears on the tile.
Best that I continue to live the semi-monastic lifestyle in the winters, this way I manage to keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds.
Thanks for your kind words. I'll take what I can get.
Alys in footwear land
313. 11/9/18: Late Bloomers