This morning I went to change a pair of sports shoes that had been given to me as a gift, a little hail, but as I entered this shop full of shoes, a thought came overpoweringly to my mind, we are surrounded by plastic!!! and shoes are a testimony to this!!! the disposal is difficult, there is NO recycling.
There are generations of young people who have not known shoes that are outside of plastic. I'd like a world where footsteps become bearers of wellbeing both to the person and to nature. We really have to take note, I would say the future lies on our feet... find an alternative now. I imagine a zero-impact biodegradable shoe, perhaps one that you could shape as you like.
When I can, I take off my shoes, I try to walk barefoot, indoors, but also out in the meadows. Going back to walking and exploring, like primitive man...resting the tip of the foot to probe the ground for possible dangers and then resting the entire plant, as if our toe acted as radar...the taste of walking barefoot raises our sense of life, connects us to mother earth and then, in any case, lowers our stress level and is a continuous foot massage, touching all the reflex points of our organism.
Our first steps were barefoot ... the first contact with the ground, with the sand of the sea, with the water ... we all splashed around with our feet ... and we felt sensations, emotions that have helped us grow.
Up until a few years ago there was a lady - I think her name was Santa - who, when I went on holiday to a small village in Calabria, still went barefoot, with baskets on her head, carrying wood and water or garden produce. I remember in particular the bundles on her head that stood tall in a precise balance.
Her feet were strong, her step delicate and light, and she would walk past my front door to the mountains where she had a rudimentary oven for baking bread.
He would come down in the evening with baked and fragrant bread on his head, in a basket, his bare feet would brake along the downhill road carefully, making the basket move and rock.
He often washed his feet at the fountain up to his calves on his way back from the countryside.
His feet were black with earth. Watering, hoeing, cooking all barefoot.
I say this because I think that a small sacrifice should be made going back to save this planet, barefoot step by step, limiting the purchase of shoes, being aware ... of the pollution that we cause to the planet is the basis of our future.
https://www.nationalgeographic.it/ambiente/2020/02/perche-le-tue-scarpe-sono-di-plastica
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