Interesting juxtaposition as I ready myself for much needed sleep; that of well earned muscle aches and blistered tootsies, accompanied by joy over the reason for them.  Awakened at 5:30 this morning and by 6:30, I was helping to haul boxes, bags, bananas and water bottles, t-shirts and tote bags, granola bars, balloons and bubbles and place them in the courtyard of a suburban Philadelphia middle school. The occasion was Walk A Mile In Her Shoes which is a playful opportunity for men to don high heels as a way of healing the wounds of domestic violence and speaking up as they step out and strut their stuff.

I was invited by my friend Christina Whinnery who was the organizer for this event that brought people to traipse twice around the building,  to be one of the speakers on this particular day as this worldwide event occurred in Chester Co, PA to benefit the Domestic Violence Center of Chester County.  I found myself in my typical go-mode, zipping and zooming, getting stuff done, being here, there and everywhere. I wore lower shoes than most of the men there; some were decked out in feathers and flounce to go with their spikey shod feet. Inspired by their courage to step out and speak up about domestic violence, I took to the stage to express my solid understanding that it can cease if men and women take responsibility for their emotions and actions and break the cycle.

Now at 10:30 pm, my sore, tired body is calling for sleep and my delighted heart and soul are tap dancing~

Photo credit:  Edie Weinstein and Walk A Mile In Her Shoes Chester County