The House of Soles
May 15, 2009
There is this place, beyond the Valley of the Bones, not so very far along the Serpentine Road, where an old woman sits in the tree, waiting, for the right person, the right donkey, to stop and come into her garden. I cannot tell you how far down the road she is, anymore than I can tell you how long the piece of string I am holding is. What I can tell you is that if you go through the door and into the world behind the fence you may be surprised. Rumour hath it that she reads soulful soles. It is said that there are rooms full of the soles of travellers. Perhaps you and your companion donkey will call in and leave sole prints in the House of Soles.
To make a footprint take off your shoes and socks and put your foot on your journal page. Trace your foot and then carefully draw in the toenails.
Meditate upon your footprint and consider some of the footprints that you have left behind, the things that people will remember you for. On each toe, write an impression that you have made, a footprint that you have left behind.
Make imprints of the soles of your feet and leave special footprints for the old woman who sits in the tree, waiting for the right person, the right donkey, to stop and come into her garden
