Created by Rachel Maria Kisellus

I used to think “press your foot down” was a cue for powering up. But it’s more like a whisper to the hip. A request for presence.

When I press through the ball of the foot ~ whether I’m standing, sitting, or even lying down ~ something in the system listens. The femur hears it. And when I press just right, with curiosity and containment, the femur seats itself into the hip like a puzzle piece finding its fit.

It’s not a shove. It’s not a pull.

It’s a pedal. A quiet invitation into belonging.

And once that connection clicks, the rest of the body recalibrates.

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The Socket Knows

Sometimes I don’t know I’m anxious until I’m not.

It’s subtle ~ the way my left heel meets the ground or the ball of the foot gently presses. But when it lands just right, the femur seats, and my whole system shifts.

Suddenly I’m not gripping my jaw.

My breath deepens without trying.

That buzzy, low-level panic? Gone.

Not because I calmed my mind.

But because I organized my body.

This isn’t about muscle. It’s about meeting the ground in a way that tells the brain: you’re safe now.

The socket knows. And when it clicks in, everything follows.

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