Sole Wisdom

It's not easy to see, but take a good hard look at the sole on the right shoe pictured above. In the middle of the shoe, the sole is cracked in two, down to the inside of the shoe and the entire tippy toe of the sole is completely missing.

The last time Flannista wore these loafers was three months ago when she did back-to-back half-day writing and storytelling workshops for associates in TRM's company.  During most of the workshop, I sat in a high stool, my shoes resting on a stool rung where they could easily be seen by workshop participants.  It wasn't until the end of the day that I noticed how busted up my right shoe was. No wonder some of the participants kept staring at it. I felt embarrassed.

As soon as I got home, I purchased a new pair of loafers. When I told Matissta why, she said: "I bet not one person in that workshop remembers those shoes. I bet they only remember how much you inspired them to tell their stories."

I now keep the busted shoes under my desk in my TRM cube to remind me of Matissta's "sole wisdom". 

Did a pair of shoes ever teach you something important?

By the way, this is the 1,500th post published in the sassosphere. 

Love to all.

 

Comments

[treesta]

Good morning. Matiss is indeed a wise one, she is.

What I've come to learn in the time we've gotten to know one another, Flann, is that every object in your home comes with a story, or rather a piece of your story. Every object. From the beautiful and elegant art to the I Love Lucy lunch box (chocolate box, really) on your book shelf, to the 'grow a rubber ducky' sitting on the back ledge of your kitchen wall. Just as every object in the picture from your cube in Mouseland tells a story.

[Flannista]

Thank you, treesta. I never noticed that before. Perhaps there's a book in just telling the story of the objects in my house. Actually . . . that really isn't a bad idea at all. Remember what Dorothy said in "The Wizard of Oz" about your heart's desire not being any further than your own back yard.

Bet your shoes can tell the story of many a walk in the woods.

[Flannista]

Wish the shoes in the photo in this post were strong enough to walk me away from TRM's companies forever.

[treesta]

Actually, Flann, after reading this post, I looked around at the objects in my home. They either tell stories of the time I spend out in nature (feathers, shells, leaves, cones, etc.) or they speak of beloveds in my life (Native American pottery from vacations with my sister, paintings done by my mother, baskets made by my father-in-law, small objects from my grandmother's home).

[treesta]

And I wish you had the option to walk away, also. In the meantime, cherish the relationships in Mouseland that are dear to you. The time to walk away will come. (Patience, glasshoppa. Wink.)

[Flannista]

It is very clear that what keeps me tied to MouseLand are the relationships I have with many beloveds here, and many work for TRM. This is so tough to figure out.

[frida]

And. 1,500 posts. And. Cool shoes. And. Dear friends. And. Yay!
The muchness of the sass...

[PEACEsista]

1,500!!! WOW!!! I remember when you were only ONE! Congratulations!

One day, curiosity and courage will trump fear of the unknown and you will walk ... no run ... away. You have all the talent and creativity you need (see 1,500 posts above.)

On that day, leave those old shoes under your desk in the cubicle, for they represent the broken sole/soul part of your career and you will be wearing new shoes in a new land ... whole ... toe, heel, body and sole/soul.

[PEACEsista]

PS: Code thingy confirmation for my previous comment:

resignation.

[treesta]

PEACE - Love your 9:30 comment and AGREE completely. And the code thingy magic 8-ball works again.

[Flannista]

Getting ready for a shoot today.

Always lovely to see your sass here, frida.

Thank you, PEACE, for your encouragement. It means more than you know.

[Peter]

I've had a lot of shoes that taught me to buy, and wear the right shoes for the situation. But my dad bought me my first pair of work boots...can't begin to tell you everything that taught me.

[Flannista]

You dad bought me a hat that's taught me a lot, Peter. He's a good man.

Sorry for the long silence in the sassosphere. Some of you know that Momista -- Matissta's beloved mother -- is in serious condition in the hospital when complications developed following surgery last week. Yesterday was particularly difficult, but Momista has stabilized.

Matiss is driving up to see her this morning. I am flying back from MouseLand in a couple of hours. treesta, Emily and Sassley have all been very kind in their offers to help with Huckleberry and the Catties.

Will keep you posted about Momista. Thank you for your prayers and love.

[PEACEsista]

Last year was such a difficult year for so many of my beloveds that I began chanting healing mantras (prayers) while I walked or ran on the treadmill. Today, while running I offered the first round of 108 repetitions for Momista, and the second round for you, Matiss and Momista. I pray that it will be of benefit, or offer some small comfort.

You are all ever-present in my thoughts ... wishing you peace.

[Flannista]

Thank you so much, PEACEsista. Of COURSE, your mantras are a great comfort.

Matiss and I talked about 15 minutes ago. She is crawling along at 5 mph near the Verazzano (sp.) Bridge. She is still about 1.5 hours away. Her brother called her this morning and told her that Momista's vitals are "strong". She is off of oxygen, but has some sort of tube down her throat (Sista C will for sure know the reason for this), so is unable to talk. But it does look like Matiss will be able to see her and communicate with her. For now, that is a very significant answer to prayer.

Love to all.

[Flannista]

Matissta just called. She's entering the hospital now. She made it.

[PEACEsista]

Oh, Hallelujah! Thanks for the update.