Friday, July 13, 2012

The Barefoot Experiment



The world in which we live is a curious place. We are constantly surrounded by varying sights, sounds, textures, smells, and sensory stimuli. Every inch of the earth has some small variation that makes it uniquely distinct in its own special way.  More often than not we disregarded the world around us, forgetting the subtleties that comprise our overall perception of reality.

I personally am a very kinesthetic, tactile person. I have to use my hands and body to learn and understand the world around me. I have to touch the coarse velvet of a leaf with its subtle drops of dew to understand the way the northwest likes to start its mornings. I have to wade in the river and feel the cool, wet stones and racing current of the stream to realize the journey this water is on and the environment is has created to be conducive to life. I have to gain my insight on life through my senses in order to stay connected with the world. If I were merely to sit and perceive life with no further exploration, I would become numb to the world. I thrive on the changes of textures, tones, and sensations. The dance of the leaves over my hand in the wind or the sharp pricks of cruel gusts that slap themselves across my face each imprint a unique code on my body. Each sensation resonates differently throughout me, but these sensations would be lost without my continual need to go out and experience them first hand.

That is what has brought me to the barefoot project. For the last month or so I decided that everywhere I go and in anything I do, I should experience those moments through my feet, barefoot. Feet are our simplest, most primal connection to the Earth. They are the first thing we extend out to the world and they are our constant connection to Mother Earth, the link to the rest of our corporeal body. When you stand, when you walk, when you make your way throughout the course of the day, your feet are that constant grounding factor that binds you and holds you to the Earth.  I believe that being barefoot is the most raw, pure form of a psychical connection between the earth and our bodies. Our feet are our first indicator to what the terrain around us is like, and gives us insight into what kind of environment we’re experiencing. In some cases warring shoes cuts off that first, precious connection between our bodies and our Earth. Therefore I decided to give being barefoot a good long go, and overall have been very pleased with the experience.

Being barefoot in an unfamiliar environment is one thing, but walking around town to places you’ve visited a hundred times is a very different experience. It’s humbling to stand in a place you’ve only perceived through your eyes, and then re-walk the area, understanding it in a new light through your feet. The tough stones and blistering cement lend a different mood then could have other wise been experienced with shoes.

Hiking is now one of my favorite barefoot activities. My friend Cody and I hiked Green Mountain a few weeks ago and decided to go off trail for a while.  Taking our shoes off we spent well over an hour crawling and climbing our way through dense forest, moss covered boulders, and prickling cold streams. To experience the texture and physical changes of the environment beneath our feet was incredible. From rough, coarse wood to soft, bouncy moss. Over crushed bumpy leaves and slick jagged rocks. Feeling the sting of ice-cold water swirl around your toes, to the small tickle of critters running along your feet gave such a serine spot and even more magical appearance.

Being barefoot has helped me understand the world in an entirely different light. It has forged a primal connection between land, body, and brain, giving me sensory knowledge and expanding my schema on the world in which I reside. Sometimes the feelings are pleasant and sometimes they’re anything but. I’ll never forget the night I was walking around and stepped on a big, sticky slug. The feeling of mush and squish between my toes was anything but pleasant. That being said however, I wouldn’t trade that experience. It’s amazing to see how much I’ve connected to environments in a way I didn’t even realize I could.

My challenge to you is to take some time, pull those shoes off for a while, and just see what lies beneath your feet. I’m not saying sizzle your feet on hot pavement or walk on a bed of coals, I’m just saying next time you go to the park or are walking around the yard try to kick those shoes off for a while. You might just be surprised at the unusual sensations you’ll discover.






Monday, June 18, 2012

Fremont Solstice Parade



The Fremont parade has always been one of the highlights of my summer and a great way to kick off the summer solstice. (Though it still usually includes overcast skies and rain...come on we’re still from Washington you know!) This year was my third time attending the parade, however, this year I participated in a different fashion. Every year the parade starts off with mass of beautifully painted individuals riding their bicycles excitedly through the streets.  Some are part of a larger group ensemble such as the Batman series (Batman, Joker, Robing, etc.) or The Avengers, while others choose to pain themselves as individual creations. Whatever a person decides to go as, each individual adds a special flavor to the overall radiance that the parade displays. After watching in awe these past two years, I finally decided this year would be my year; I would be a bicyclist!

Typically, when people first hear about the Fremont bicyclist they react with shock. “Why would anybody want to ride around the streets naked,” they inquire? Time and time again, people who have not experienced the parade first hand already have preconceived notions and opinions on a situation they do not fully comprehend. Well let me divulge my opinion on the parade, now both as an observer and a participant.

Yes, the Fremont bicyclists do ride naked, but if you focus solely on that nominal notion, you are missing the entire point of the ride. For me, the ride signifies something we could all do with a little more of – acceptance.  Never before have I stood in a place surrounded by so many strangers and felt so comfortable in my own skin. The bicyclists are one of the most genuine, accepting groups I have found. They do not discriminate against the individual. Regardless of your shape, size, ethnicity, or gender all are welcomed one and the same. I stood their naked, surrounded by a room packed full of other naked people, and yet it was not in the least bit unsettling. Actually, it was quite the opposite. To reveal yourself in such a manner is highly liberating. For the first time I was able to bare myself to the world and say, “Look, this is who I am.” I am imperfect. I am human. I have flaws. Yet despite all my imperfections I can still stand here proudly and show that I have pride and love for myself.

How often in today’s world can people look in the mirror and find beauty within themselves? That’s right, not very often. We are governed by media and society on who we should be, how we should look, and the ways in which we should conduct ourselves. We constantly tell ourselves we should not accept societies’ conception of beauty, yet we’re always beating ourselves up over this idealized, unrealistic self-image. Who really defines beauty in the first place?

 When you can find beauty in yourself, you show that beauty to the world. When you can learn to accept and love yourself, you more readily accept and love others. To change your conception of beauty is a wonderful thing. We are all beings sharing this world in which we live. I like to think the human race is comprised of imperfect perfections. We are all different, but our differences are what make us who we are. We are more beautiful because of our differences, not our similarities. To compare ones self to another is in essence to disregard the glorious characteristics that make each of us special. We all have something unique to offer up that no other person on this planet has to offer, so why not embrace completely who you are and spend your life loving yourself, rather than picking yourself apart for the things that really are what make you special.

The Fremont parade, and especially the bicyclists, helps solidify these ideas in me.  I found more open love and acceptance in a room full of naked people than I’ve ever found in a room full of clothed ones. The Fremont parade to me signifies love, acceptance, and the purist forms of joy, all which should be experienced through a loving relationship with yourself, others, and the world around you. If we could all celebrate what makes us different and embrace our bodies in the way the bicyclists showed me, I think our world, and our expectations of ourselves would all benefit immensely in the end. 

To see a video of the bicyclist check them out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3zDT6nzKN4

Also, if you're interested in more solstice pics check out Matthew's site at: http://www.mcsheehy.com/People/Fremont-Summer-Solstice-Parade/23621485_mpFfvn#!i=1911317538&k=Sgtt8xP

The Start of Something New


So…you are all here reading this wondering, “What is Mari up to this time?” Well, the more I move through life, the more I begin to realize the vast and exciting nature of this wonderful world we’re all a part of. There are an infinite number of places to explore, experiences to be had, and people to meet. In today’s modern industrial society it becomes increasingly easier to get rapped up in the hustle and bustle of each day. We as people forget to set some time aside to reflect and appreciate the small wonders of each day. It is vital to realize these moments as they occur in our lives, because without our cognitive recognition of such events, they essentially become overshadowed and forgotten. So now we come to the blog. This is a project I have been thinking about for some time now, and I want to explore a medium where I can share my thoughts, photos, and untimely view on what I am experiencing in my life throughout the course of my days. I believe a blog for me will help organize and commemorate the moments in life I want to remember. It will be a medium in which I can express myself and get my own stirring thoughts out of my head. So here I go….beginning this new journey, and if you so like, I would love to have you all strap on and come explore this new journey with me.