I'll send you some clown shoes
Wobbling along to embodied empathy
I’ll send you some clown shoes.
They’re big ones to fill.
You never can.
Just walk in your own odd damn way.
One Derful Thing
Do whatever you can to observe someone else moving. Walking. Eating. Brushing their teeth. Anything. That stuff.
Put on a hazmat suit. Go to the perimeter of a supermarket.
See if you can smell the fear
Or at least
In a gait.
Notice where their weight is on their feet
Notice how their posture is different.
How do they hold their head?
Where are their shoulders?
What’s going on with their pelvis?
What are their knees like?
you start to
Put them on
Just a little bit at a time
A bit more slouched?
Toes pointing in?
Chest held up stiffly. A shield. Breastplate of bronze.
Feel just a bit what it’s like to be some else
Feel just a bit what it’s like to walk in someone else’s shoes
No one can.
That’s an act of imagination.
If you’re really clever?
Of imitation as well.