Sole Sister:Bonnie 

To most people these are simple Asics running shoes, brought at any major athletics
Shop but to me they symbolise the beginning of my freedom and finding out exactly who I was.

My husband had left me and exactly three weeks to the day I lost my beloved son. The baby I had prayed about and waited for years to have, burying him felt like burying a major part of my heart and for a long time afterwards I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to survive just one more day without my son and husband by my side.

The day that I felt like I couldn’t even take one more breath was the day I brought these running shoes. I started just running five minutes at a time, then twenty and before I knew it I was running an hour each day. I started this journey by trying to run away from my pain but instead I started running through it. As my body got stronger so did my heart and my simple running shoes had taken me far from where I started.

They came with me to boxing classes where I learnt that I could be stronger than any man both physically and mentally, they came with me on the anniversary of my sons death up a mountain that took two days to climb, they were in the back seat of my car the day I drove to the divorce court and afterwards on my feet when I ran along the beach with tears streaming down my face.

So yes to some they symbolise just rubber and polyester but for me I know that these were the shoes that began the first day of the rest of my life, in these shoes I learnt just how strong I could be and no matter what life brings that as long as I keep on moving forward then I’m going to be just fine.

I   want to dance with somebody
Sole Sister: Maya
Technician, Mother, Student
Los Angeles, California

I haven't danced since my wedding day, can you believe it? Of course I did it because that's what you do, dance and celebrate with those you love. It was a good day.  Looking back, it feels as if I did all the dancing, I would never do again. My father used to danced with me when I was a little girl, however, I haven't had the guts or the spirit to free myself and be that little girl, or that young bride, dancing into her future.

Here's to change and reliving my wedding day.

Sole Sister: Grace
Toronto, Canada

I believe that everyone, every soul has the ability to shine a light on those they encounter. We are mysterious beings who must always give our best in all that we do.
My sister Lianne (Li Li) was a beautiful human being who gave more than she ever asked for. She always spoke about the power of our words, and the beauty of the unknown. She was an extraordinary story-teller who believed in fairy tales, and the loved the smell of roses.

When she walked into a room everyone stared, and no one would walk away from a conversation with her, without saying how amazing and articulate she was.
Lianne died from a brain aneurysm 3 years ago. I love these shoes because they were her favorite. Each small sparkle reminds me of why I loved her and will never forget her.

 one Woman’s Garbage

Sole Sister: Anonymous
Toronto, Canada

You know what they say about one man's Woman's garbage right? It is indeed another woman's treasure.
I found my fave boots by accident...literally. Someone left these lovelies at the cobbler's as the heels needed fixing and never returned to pick them up.
Lucky for me, I was in the right place at the right time.

Sole Sister: Brandy Jean
 Mother/ Wife/ Blogger/ Friend

As I opened the car door to a "Walk to Remember" our babies I felt my feet hit the ground with pride.  My world open to such a place where we can find joy in sorrow.  Seeing so many people.. Mothers, Grandmothers.. Sons and fathers made me proud to be a part.

I saw with my eyes an open in awe and harmony.  1 in every 4 women have had a loss of some kind in their life.. and we are not going to keep silent any longer.  Our babies can not walk for themselves so we must walk for them.. to show them they are not forgotten...It struck me this Poem how fitting and true below.  Our Feet on the Street 2010 in numbers not to be counted but our steps to be heard like thunder for all those to understand.. remember.. and love each life as it is.. a gift to the world or to heaven.  Mesa Arizona stands proud of all of our children.  These are our feet on the street and it was breathtaking.

Guest House

This being human is a guest house

Every morning a new arrival.

A Joy, a depression, a meanness,

Some momentary awareness comes

As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,

Who violently sweep your house

Empty of its furniture

Still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out for some NEW delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

Meet them at the door laughing,

And invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

Because each has been sent

As a guide from beyond

~ Poem by RUMI

Keeps me Grounded

Sole Sister: S
Middle East

I've worn these shoes to the most dreaded of places and felt a little happy every time I look down at them. :D

Hop-Scotch Fun
Sole Sister: Alia
Student / Activist
Toronto/ Canada

Queen Street Find
Sole Sister: Ilona

Toronto, Canada

my new favorite sandals

...found in a trendy shop on Queen Street in Toronto.

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