Rubbin' da feet

It's what I do on most Wednesdays. It started out as massage day. Then, this one guy had a toenail fungus, and

I

became

fascinated.

So I began soaking his feet and then cutting and scraping and doing as much as I could to the Nitty Gritty. What can I say. I've always been fascinated with the human body. And of course afterwards, I'd rub the feet and calves with lotion. And this was therapeutic. To him as well as me. So I started offering, nay, encouraging, foot rubs to the other two in the group of the day (instead of a shoulder or arm or whatever they chose 15-minute massage). And working on someone's feet, sitting before them, pouring in...compassion...nurturing...gentleness, is therapeutic. Those who know about Reflexology know that a foot massage can easily affect the whole body. Heck, those who have recieved a foot massage know that. The feet have been soaking in warm water with epsom salts or perhaps castille soap or perhaps apple cidar vinegar (to loosen lactic acid from the muscles), and so you're not dealing with...funk. But still, you have to be INto it in order to do it. You should not do this as rote, as perfunctory, definitely not as a chore. It wouldn't work.

Wednesdays can be counted on for structure, for control, for security, for warmth. Today was a Wednesday and good.