My feet. Yes, my feet. I broke my right foot in 1990. I broke it again in 2009. I spent all of 2010 doing physical therapy, acupuncture and getting chiropractic treatments. My broken right foot has messed up my back, my hip and now my left foot. I determined to avoid bone fusion surgery.
In the meantime, I am looking at these feet and remembering how powerful they are. They take me places (I’m a big walker). They hold me up. They help me move towards new things and leave old things behind. They are fabulous.