After eleven years living, dancing, teaching tango, and writing in Buenos Aires, I came home to L.A. in 2014, where I'm reconstructing my life.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

From Sole to Soul

As tangueros, or as denizens of Sex and the City, we are all rather over involved with our footwear. How can we express the music and our connection with our partner and our alignment with the cosmos if our feet hurt? Or appear ugly? Or are unmanageable? Shoes have power.

Look what Sandra Shea writes in her novel,
The Realm of Secondhand Souls:

Annaluna didn't trust shoes. In fact, she thought they had the capacity for making their own decisions to conspire against us, and believed they were rendered powerless only if they were on feet or corralled in closets. Her rules were simple:

"Never leave them in hallways; there they can congregate and plot amongst themselves. Never leave them outside, unaccompanied, for they can wander where you don't want them to be. If you see two shoes lying together, imagine the worst."

If she found a shoe in the middle of the sidewalk...she would bring it home and bury it...Occasionally, though she would come home muttering darkly, holding a man's smashed oxford or a woman's bruised high heel...these she would not only bury, but light candles for three days.

Jamie asks in her blog, Lost Soles of the Highway-- Pondering the Mystery of the Single Shoe Along America's Roadways,

Have you ever seen a single shoe on the side of the road and wondered.......?

We've all seen abandoned solo shoes as well as lost and forlorn human beings along life's highways. And don't we always wonder?

I wonder where I lost one of my favorite Comme Il Fauts, the pair that I wore from day one with comfort and elegance, the shoes that helped me dance with flying feet.

Maybe if I light candles and/or turn San Antonio on his head, my beautiful left shoe will find its way home. If not, shall I bury its mate?


Anonymous said...

Nice shoe. I am sorry for your loss. I think someone took a pair of commies that I had in my bag. They were a similar colour to yours. I hope that whoever has them breaks an ankle.

Señora Capone said...

How upsetting!

Anonymous said...

Very quirky and fun post. Except for the loss of your shoe...

MANY years ago, on a trip to India, we visited a temple and left our shoes outside - as we had all during our trip. When we came out, from the ocean of shoes that were laid out by the entrance, one of my shoes had been taken. Just one.

msHedgehog said...

The bereaved shoe is so terribly sad! So perfectly useless - and I don't know which is more horrible, the thought of somehow destroying it, or the thought of disposing of it without some proper destruction process to neutralise its power.

Is there a one-legged lady your size in BsAs who would appreciate it?