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“The merest breath reached out to me in the wilderness and halted me in my tracks. I cocked my head to listen intently to the rhythm of the earth; for the direction of the wind; to the whisper of the trees and in that one defining moment, my mind was made up and I stepped out boldly into the unknown direction of the path that will take me who knows where, but it is the beginning of a new and exciting journey and all I had to do to reach this point was to stand still; to listen; to observe; to be guided by the instincts within me that served me so well in the past and in so doing now, I leave the past behind and my heart and soul are glad to be separated from the weariness that had settled so heavily on my shoulders. My steps are light as is my entire being as I begin again …funny, I only just noticed that begin and being are anagrams of each other … “ - AP

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsA-Xc6gWDE

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO? - DIANA ROSS

 

Life from a snail's point of view and mine too ; 0))

 

Which way shall I go?

UP?

ACROSS?

DOWN?

what a dilemma

I cannot decide on a whim

WHAT IF …

too many what ifs …

while I wait I am silent

I try to think strategically

1. Supposing I reach the top

and don't like what I see!

2. Supposing I go across

sideways and merge my colours

subtly into Mother Nature's palette

3. Suppose I go back down

no WAIT!

I already came so far

to go back would be wasteful

of the time

of the experience

mmmm … the wall has tiny microscopic little beasties

they taste good though the wall itself is roughly hewn

a moveable feast

Who am I?

What am I?

A snail carrying her home upon her back

free to roam the open road

oh well, ok … the open wall if you please

I passed a slug a little while ago

a slug is surely just a homeless snail …

I should be more content with who I am

after all I am not homeless

I am not helpless

I am shielded from predators

I am the queen of my own castle

I hear a bird

a Dunnock I think, perhaps two

one is thin; the other fat and round as a Robin

they sing so prettily

I have no audible sound

but my heart sings

my mind thinks

I feel and climb this wall to evade capture

and to avoid being trodden underfoot

vain creatures; humans … they love my slime

they apply it to their skin

it heals and makes them smooth

I can heal myself if my outer shell cracks

I am tired now

I want to sleep but I have not yet decided

UP?

ACROSS?

DOWN?

It is quite a conundrum for a snail

oh there she is with her camera

I cry to her to make sure she gets my best side

of course she does not hear me or does she?

I think she might well do

she is in tune with nature

in harmony with her surroundings

she is in my domain

and I am in hers

together we can do great things

she has a profound effect on me

suddenly I decide

to enjoy the ride

the wind in my hair

oh wait!

Do I even have hair?

So much I do not know

I teach her

she teaches me

together we coexist

she leaves me to my meanderings

while she goes off a-wandering

tomorrow is another day

I will decide then, perhaps

UP?

ACROSS?

DOWN?

What's that she's saying?

“Au revoir little humbug”

What on Earth is a HUMBUG??? *

 

- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author

 

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

 

* Humbug is a boiled sweet that is striped like a little snail and very sweet : 0)

 

 

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