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A movement begins with downward force. I visualize the earth’s energy lighting up my Leg Z, from toes to heels, forward to the knees, and back again to the sit bones on the underside of the pelvic bowl. I remember when I didn’t have to visualize the Leg Z and didn’t have a name for how my legs naturally transferred energy and action. But, as I ventured into a stiff knee condition and turned a corner into chronic pain, I rapidly lost mobility.
My soles, I discovered, were in frozen high arch lockdown. My visualized signals from toes to heels were flung upwards, not even connected to my legs. With the ultimate goal of trekking to the core, I knew I had to start with the soles. Ironically, the path is sole to the soul. The high arches resemble a drawn bow and arrow, with the arrow pointing down. I took up target practice, recalling my past when I used a cloud blue plastic bow with a waxed string and painted wooden arrows with plastic fletching. I visualized drawing and releasing arrows on each foot thousands of times, each release subtle different as I slowly unlocked the frozen.
But then, when I loosened up the soles and got ready to send my signals upwards into the calf, I encountered blankness. How is it possible to live most of life with blank calves? Not even fog; at least fog is moist and visceral. So I decided to set up the heels as gunner stations with slingshots releasing vibrational fireballs. I visualize a triceps pulldown motion and pull the sling down into the ground before releasing the vibrational fireballs into the calf. These…
