I cannot imagine a creature more intimately engaged with the path between Point A and Point B than a snail. As humans, we can and often do pass through the space between without even noticing it. We are preoccupied with thoughts or phone calls or text messages or simply planning our escape. We can hardly tell you where we've been, what we've missed, all the rough and rugged ground between there and here. I'm not saying that we're wrong, and the snails are not accusing us of any transgression. We're all good at different things, you know? Snails experience the path really well. That's their thing. I'm sure we're good at something too. No one is condemning us. I am, however, advocating that you take one day - today for example - and live your life like a snail. Take off all your clothes and press your stomach to the gritty ground. Slide slowly from your home to the grocery store or to your office or to your therapy sessions. Take your time. Stop often and probe the air with your gross little eye stalk thingies. Leave a trail of slime from your front door. Do it. Let me know how it goes.
Hello, friends. I hope you are well. Are you?
Later. Love.
