|photo by Tina Howard|
“Today,” I said to Nasreen and Deidra, “I feel like one of my legs is longer than the other. I'm all out of balance—I keep missing steps.”
I shifted from one foot to another as they giggled and raised their eyebrows. We were on a retreat together in the Texas Hill Country and it had rained almost every moment, forcing us to stay inside by the fire and have strange conversations about disproportionate legs.
“Well, I am from West Virginia,” I joked. “They always say hillbillies have one leg longer than the other from a lifetime of walking the slopes.”
It wasn't until hours later that I looked down at my feet and realized what had been tripping me up all day.