
After eight years on solid ground, I am now back to a third floor of an apartment building, not mine but my daughter’s until I re-organize my life and decide where I am headed. But, that’s another story. A couple of nights ago my new neighbor came knocking on my door complaining in a nice way about these “walking noises”, like something hitting hard on the floors. I couldn’t but to apologize kind of mind puzzled. I had never pay attention to my steps. It was precisely my daughter; the one who made me realized how solid and strong my steps could be. “It is like your eyes mom. The way you walk and the way you look have the power to intimidate people.” Although I have heard about my look many times before, this one was totally new for me.
Since that night, I have been more conscious of my feet, which took me back to my broken foot a year ago and how, after three months partially immobilized, I found myself learning to walk again. So there I was, right in the middle of the kitchen, staring at my feet and asking them to move softly, to float from the floor. Crazy, right? Well, not really. This encounter with my feet encountered the truth that, in fact, every single day in our lives we are learning all over again; learning to learn, to feel, to see in different ways with a new perspective of what this amazing trip is, learning to let go, and to live simpler but better. It’s amazing how something so simple has the power to open our minds to new realities with the force to keep us with our feet on the ground.
Maybe it is as Donald miller once said:”
It is always the simple things that change our lives. And these things never happen when you are looking for them to happen. Life will reveal answers at the pace life wishes to do so. You feel like running, but life is on a stroll. This is how God does things.”