Dearest feet. My sweet dearest feet. You are a true and wonderful foundation to this whole body. Your strength and support make everything a possibility. Oh, how you embody so many qualities: the hard working feet that never give under pressure; the gentle feet that can grace a dance; the magical feet which give the hands a run for their money, able to grip grab and lift objects with ease.

My dearest feet, how I have abused you, how I have carelessly enslaved you within confined quarters, compressing your phalanges for hours at a time, for what seemed like eternities with only short breaks for relaxing. My dear feet, from the depths of my soul, I apologize for how I have mistreated you. I ask you for your lightest grace of forgiveness if you are able to let the past release us into the future. The future of the feet. The future of this body. 

With only a few last remaining weeks here in the matrix of laborious material work, I ask for your patience as we get through these last working days of putting all of the body’s weight on the feet for such an extended period of time. I hope that the transition of life this past year has given you some relief and resolve. I understand that being back here, working in a restaurant again, must be a huge shock for you. The fear of these memories. I know, it is not just you, it is the whole body who is in this shock. It is this shock that is propelling us forward into a place where we will not compromise ourselves again. 

My feet, to return to reflection upon this past year, it has been my pleasure to give you the gift of my attention every morning. To provide a few minutes of pleasure every morning, with an oil massage, applying light pressure to relieve the stress and tensions stored within you. To feed you with nurturing oils, that may pull out the toxins that have settled within you, and to coat you with the sweet oil extracts of medicinal plants. It has been my pleasure to press the thumbs in and glide across your arches, to dip between and under the toes and massage the balls and heels. 

Feet, you are grand and beautiful. I do not think society at large is meant to understand you, however I hope that I have found you new vehicles that provide the spacious comfort and flexibility that you deserve. I hope that with time, you can find the abundance in healing to relax the toes from their previously comformed and scrunched states. That the big toe nail will find the room and freedom to grow as meant to, no longer finding itself trapping dirt and dust in its unnatural crevices. 

Feet, I appreciate that your length and width provides such a strong support for this long body, which may sway and lean and fall without your breadth. I appreciate the way you can dig your toe pads into the ground as if they are themselves claws that can grip into a held position. Your muscular strength in all of its subtle ways is profoundly impressive. And your dexterity is also unmatched as feet go. Feet, if there were a piano made for toes, you could in fact be a Mozart. May we find the feet of a lover that may deserve the hold and intertwining of your toes and hers. 

Feet, as the saying goes, don’t fail me now. We’ve been through the slavery and we are being liberated. I am here for you as you are here for me. Let us rebuild our love and trust for one another. I hope my recent efforts have helped to make some form of amends to you. Please trust that we can form a beautiful future together, where the challenges we face bring us towards exhilaration rather than depression. 

I apologize deeply to you, to the whole body, for all we have been through. None of us knew what we were getting into in this early incarnation, but we will not settle for that life any more. There is no turning back now. 

Thank you feet,

I love you,

Chand Tagdeep