Brief journeys - station(ary) feet

Newtown Powys Station - March 2009

As part of the unravelling course that I'm enrolled on (and which I would highly recommend) we were asked to begin by considering our feet.

I sometimes take my feet for granted. I buy them pretty shoes and colourful nail polish occasionally (which I know they like) and I take their photograph quite often (because I'm aware of how grounded in my space I am by them). They are my constant companions but for the most part I don't think about them much. It doesn't seem fair considering how well they support me.

And they've taken me particularly far this week. We've spent a lot of time to-ing and fro-ing together. Many hours standing and walking as I do my thing at work. Hundreds of minutes waiting at stations. Lots of moments tapping impatiently. Between us we've been on the job for 12 consecutive days now. In the last 5 days alone, we've accumulated 39 extra hours - almost two working weeks' worth in one.

But they haven't complained. They've kept moving even when they were sore and tired and I might quite happily have given up. And I am grateful for that. I needed them and they haven't let me down.

And next week promises to require more of the same.

So this weekend they are going to be treated with the consideration they deserve. I'm going to pamper them and rest them and let them do exactly what they want to do, which I suspect will not be very much at all. I imagine we'll be staying still most of the time. At best taking a gentle amble along the canals to enjoy some of the sunshine we've been promised. Perhaps wearing our new blue shoes to match the sky...

Today I am thanking you all for your support, especially during this past week.

And I am thanking my feet for theirs.

I couldn't have done it without them. I couldn't have done it without you.

Happy Friday feet! Happy Friday to you!

♥