Been dealing with a bout o’ gout, lately. I’m susceptible to all kinds of inflammatory illness (especially inflammatory statements!?) and gout is just one more. It’s excruciating pain in one digit... for me, my big toe. Sort of turns me into a “lame god”. Anyway, been trying to find that place of comfort in the midst of discomfort, as Aeolus fortuitously reminds me today:
It means being in an uncomfortable situation and, instead of trying to get out of it or change it to make ourselves more comfortable, just being in it as-it-is, and seeing what is actually on offer. What happens then is that we find a place within ourselves that is comfortable in the midst of our discomfort, and then we realize that we don't need all those surface elements to be comfortable, or turned on, or happy, or whatever, because we have all that within ourselves. We have the capacity to find a signal of truth in any amount of noise, of lies or ugliness or pollution or discomfort, or whatever we are surrounded by.Speaking of less is more, the Patron Saint of ‘making do’ has a shrine in Barcelona - the pavilion for the 1929 World’s Fair, by Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. I once met a Spaniard in Barcelona who took me on a most amazing tour of his city by scooter, one of my best European memories. One of the stops was this pavilion. We eventually wound up back at his apartment, where he revealed that all he really wanted was to worship my feet. I’d never really met a foot fetishist before, but what the hell. It was pleasurable in a way, and certainly small enough payment for the wonderful day he gave me.
In simple terms, it is settling for less. And the less we settle for, the more we find.
I wonder if travelers are particularly attractive to those with a yen for feet? Being temporarily lame makes you appreciate your feet, and where they have taken you.