Last night, I had a dream where a nicely dressed woman leaned towards me and said, ‘Come with me, I’ll show you how to do it.’
“I’ll show you how to get those feet clean,” and she looked down at my dirty feet in disgust.
And I knew what ‘it’ she was referring to. She had a nice car and a big beautiful home and a well coiffed outfit. She was one of my children’s friend’s parents, successful the way that mainstream society defines it.
And my small self said, ‘sure, okay’.
But then my Large self said ‘wait a minute. Stop. I like my dirty feet.’
They’re part of me, you see.
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