After 4 months of traveling, my feet looked something like this. Chipped nails, rock-hard soles, an impregnable layer of dirt crusted between each toe. Flip flops felt most comfortable on Southeast Asian soil, and so I kept walking – but quit looking down.
In appearance, feet are inelegant and dowdy. Clompy. But here on the stone pathways of some Angkor Wat temple in Cambodia, they humbly ask for recognition.
So take notice; not of their physical imperfections, but their ability to dance, to walk, to wander. Each step a graceful movement across the globe. My feet (in all their grossness) should be a source of pride. After all, they’re my own source of poise.
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