Sometimes the ritual of washing my feet – washing away the day, cleansing, renewing – is the most beautiful part of my day. Before Ché’s day-sleep I sit him on the side of the sink, fill it with cool water and a few bubbles (lush, only lush) and wash his feet, his hands and dab a cool face-washer on the back of his neck. We then read a story and he falls asleep within minutes. Sometimes just standing on the ocean’s edge and letting the waves lap at my feet can change my day for the better. We don’t pay enough attention to the soles that carry us around all day. If you get the chance, wash your feet and then lie down for a few minutes. Enjoy the stillness and the quiet. The letting go of the exhalation.