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"Message from the Foundation" is my funky, soulful anthem about learning to listen to my own body, especially as it ages and starts speaking louder than I expected. It all started with pain in my left foot, plantar fasciitis, which has made even simple things like walking my dog Bruce a challenge. But instead of just seeing the pain as a problem to fix, I’ve started hearing it as a message. This song is my way of making sense of it. It’s about realizing that pain is not punishment. It is an alert system, a partner trying to tell me something is out of balance. From my foot to my back to the tension in my neck, each part has a voice, and this song lets them speak. With humor, honesty, and a bit of groove, I’m sharing what it means to walk differently, carry less, and pay attention to what my body has been trying to tell me all along. Lyrics [Verse 1] Well, it started in my foot, Just a twinge—then a riot. Told myself, “Be strong, be tough,” But my body said, “Be quiet.” You can try to outrun aging, Chase youth like it’s a prize... But plantar fasciitis? Doesn’t bargain. Doesn’t lie. [Chorus] It’s a message from the foundation, From the toes up to the crown— Not a curse, not damnation, Just a sign to slow it down. Pain’s not punishment or failure, It’s a signal, it’s a spark— Like a flashing neon warning On the highway through the dark. [Verse 2] My back gave me a memo Titled “You are not 25.” My neck added a footnote: “You're lucky just to be alive.” I used to spring out of bed, Now I sit. I think. I sway. Turns out grace is just awareness In a new, creaky ballet. [Bridge] I’ve carried things I didn’t name, Other people’s needs and pain, I kept it quiet, wore the weight, Till my hips began to complain. And now my feet are staging protests, With each step I try to fake— They don’t care about my schedule, They just want a little break. [Chorus] It’s a message from the foundation, It’s your body’s sacred prose— Not a failure, not damnation, Just a “Hey! You need to slow.” You can numb it, you can fight it, You can hustle through the burn, Or you can lean in, breathe, and ask, “What is it I must learn?” [Outro] So I’m listening to the language Of the fascia, joint, and bone — They’re not trying to betray me, They’re just asking to come home. And my left foot? She’s the leader, In her orthotic throne of grace — Says, “Let’s walk this path with wisdom, Not just speed or saving face.” So here’s to aging with some humor, And to pain that helps us grow — Your body’s not your enemy, It just wants you in the know.