Hidden Socks.....

     You might say that it is a Piscean trait, the obsession I have with my feet. I love my feet, the way they arch when I cross my legs, my long finger toes, my right middle toe, the longest of them all. I love having my feet massaged and toenails painted. I love the feel of my bare feet walking on soft, New England grass. I love the feel of myself grounding through my feet as I hike up mountains or jump for boulder to boulder along the ocean coast.
    In Florida, flip-flops are the norm, and I followed that trend for a while until I started having issues with plantar fasciitis. I spent too many years massaging barefoot on cement and tile floors. That pain is not so fun when you stand up on your feet all day, and the advice I would give my clients to help the issue, I was not following, until I had too.
   So, during this whole groundhog of a plandemic, I decided to fall in love with myself all over again, and then some. Part of that process was really feeling into my body, so when I discovered hidden socks, I found a whole new heaven.  Now, naturally, when I fall in love with something, I become a little obsessed, and the quest for a treasure trove of hidden socks have placed themselves in my drawer.
     Perhaps it is the psychology of knowing they are hidden socks. They are one piece of clothing that I can attribute to the mood I choose for the day. Rainbows for an extra lift, I’ve got ‘em. Bumble Bees for the days of pure Divine Connection…. oh yeah! But it also the way they feel, so soft, so thin, sliding along the soles of my feet as I place myself in a chair position to put them on. I look at my toes stretching the material, the way it conforms to my arch and wriggle them around. Ahhhhh, I just love my hidden socks. 
    Yes, it is certainly the simple things in life I am so grateful for. How is gratitude working in your life? How do you feel about your feet and the socks you dress upon them?       

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