The Origin of Shoes

My shoes are so high that when I step out of them

people ask “Where did she go?”

and I have to say, “I’m down here.”

Marian Keyes


Before Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, or Jimmy Choo, here is an ancient story of how shoes came to be invented from Coming to Our Senses by Jon Kabat Zinn:

Once upon a time, a princess took a walk and stubbed her toe on a root sticking out in her path.  Vexed, she went to the prime minister and insisted that he draw up an edict declaring that the entire kingdom should be paved in leather so no one would ever have to suffer her pain.  Now the prime minister knew that the king always wanted to please his daughter in any and every way, so there was a good chance he would actually want to fulfill his daughter’s wishes.  Covering the kingdom in leather might save everybody from the indignity of stubbed toes and make the princess happy, but this could also be problematic in many ways, to say nothing of expensive.

Thinking quickly (I won’t say “on his feet”), the prime ministers responded:  “I have it!  Instead of covering the whole kingdom in leather, Your Highness, why don’t we craft pieces of leather shaped to your feet and attach them in some suitable way?  Then, we will still enjoy the sweetness of the earth, yet wherever you go, your feet will be protected when it touches the ground.”  The princess was well pleased so shoes came into the world and much folly was averted.

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201 697 1947

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Song of the Flower

I am a kind word uttered and repeated

By the voice of Nature;

I am a star fallen from the 

Blue tent upon the green carpet.


I am the daughter of the elements

With whom Winter conceived;

To whom Spring gave birth; I was

Reared in the lap of Summer and I

Slept in the bed of Autumn.


The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colours, and the air

Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of 

Night watch over me, and as I

Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

The only eye of the day.


I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness;

I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.


But I look up high to see only the light,

And never look down to see my shadow.

This is the wisdom which man must learn.

Kahlil Gibran


© Sharon Birke

201 697 1947

Glamour Portraits of the Goddess in Every Wife & Mother


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