Of Soles and Feathers: Walk in My Shoes
February saw the second Synkroniciti event, themed Walk in My Shoes. It was a great time to recharge batteries and share new creations. We began a wide ranging conversation touching on, …
February saw the second Synkroniciti event, themed Walk in My Shoes. It was a great time to recharge batteries and share new creations. We began a wide ranging conversation touching on, …
Turning old shoes into pieces of art sounded like fun; I had no idea it would also be therapeutic. Last weekend’s Walk in My Shoes Soirée saw the debut of …
“The shoes always tell the story,” said the shoe poet. “Not always,” I countered. “Yes, always. Your boots, they are expensive, well made. That tells me that you come from …
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own, and you know what you …
Our shoes pin us to the world, like Peter Pan to his shadow. More than simply facilitating our movement out-of-doors, they mediate between the wearer and the ground. Perhaps …
Yes no yes no yes no? Red blue? Yes red, no blue? No red, yes no? In out, up down? Do don’t, can can’t? Choices sit on the shelf …
I see you go bare-shod. This is most likely extremely sensible. Shoes are no end of trouble for girls. . . . How many have danced to death in slippers …
…the sensations she was asking about were very pleasant; some of them were nothing short of delicious; but to know them one simply had to go barefoot. I could sense …
We all have struggles in our lives, areas in which we are lacking. Why are some of us so resilient? This is the first of three poems which were commissioned …
Never dance in a puddle when there’s a hole in your shoe (it’s always best to take your shoes off first). ―John D. Rhodes