I Remember…My Little Red Shoes

Let your dreams outgrow the shoes of your expectations.
Ryunosuke Satoro

One of my favorite childhood memories is about getting new shoes….play shoes! My favorite play shoes from the time I was three years old until about seven or eight years old, were PF Flyers. I LOVED my play shoes; and I especially loved when they were new. I loved how they smelled out of the box: a little rubbery, a little like starched canvas. I would spend a great deal of time inspecting my shoes at home. I would run my fingers over the clean, bumpy, gum soles and I would press my pudgy finger tips into the bright, squishy insoles…insoles strewn with fanciful graphics and words I could not read.

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Deb in her shoes ca. 1965

I remember being intrigued by the rectangular box on the heel of each shoe. Each box so beautifully bright and blue atop the contrasting white, wrap-around rubber. But most of all, the favorite part of my new shoes were their unscuffed white toe-caps, which of course, I thought made them look so very strong and keen, ready for fun. For many days after receiving my new shoes, I would line them up on the floor of my closet next to my old play shoes. Then I would notice the stark contrast between the two sets.

I would think about all the days of playing I had done wearing my old shoes; no wonder they looked so tired and shabby. How many days of play would it take, I wondered, before my new shoes resembled my old shoes. I pondered whether it was possible to keep my new shoes forever new, and then a sad thought appeared. I realized the only way to keep my new shoes new, would be for me not to wear them for play. That was an unbearable thought, because new shoes are meant to be worn and played in! And so at a tender age I learned a helpful lesson from my little red shoes: everything new eventually grows old, but adventure, real or imagined, may always be had simply by lacing on a new pair of shoes.

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My current collection for play

What If?

My two favorite words: What If?

There is a world of possibility instantly created by uttering these two words, and the simplicity of invoking a new reality brings giddy delight whenever I consider the potential of What If?

Imagination is the raw ability to conjure up a different reality. If a person can dream, then he or she can imagine. If people can ask “what if” or move in the world “as if,” then they have imagination. ~ Eric Liu & Scott Noppe-Brandon

What If…I only had one job?
What If that one job was to just be Love?
What would my world, my reality look like if that became true for me?
How would I approach my days and my many roles from this perspective?

What is Love after all?

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (the Message)

At home, as wife and mother and grandmother…what if I believed and acted (behaved) as if the most important thing for me to do is to show those with whom I live, through the myriad and mundane, how Love acts.

At work as employer and employee…how does Love live in the workplace?

In my community…how does Love behave in the midst of so many others so very different from myself?

Being Love is indeed a VERY BIG JOB…I need no other work to fill my days but this one thing, and a little inspired imagination.

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things. Henry Miller

What about you? Do you ever wonder, What If….?