At a snail’s pace

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Sometimes life seems to move so fast we can hardly keep up. All kinds of things are happening in rapid succession, and before we know it we find ourselves having more balls in the air than we know how to handle. And from that moment on it is just a matter of time before we find them all coming crashing down ~ and ourselves scrambling in order to catch up with whatever is still going on…

Other days, it is almost as if time doesn't move at all, and it seems nothing is happening. No projects, no chores. Just the one, seemingly endless day with nothing to do, nowhere to go. A day that is taken at a snail’s pace.

It is a day like that which easily could be labeled as boring.
We may even feel antsy when it happens to us, for surely there must be something we should do, some place we should be, someone we should meet. There are bound to be plans we should make for future events…
And yet, nothing happens.
Time could just as well be standing still…

But then again, perhaps it is on those days that we can benefit from taking life at a snail’s pace. Slowly and steadily. Munching away on thins layers of algae we may not even see. Enjoying the perfect conditions to just put out all its feelers to become aware of everything the environment has to offer.

To just sit and let our senses expand.

To become aware of what is inside of us, our heartbeat, our breathing rhythm ~ as well as what is outside of us. Our energy. The color of our mood.

And pretty soon we may become aware of a different world where all kinds of things are happening. We may suddenly distinguish the whispers of the trees, the tweets of the birds; perhaps even the messages that are brought to us on the wings of the soft breeze. We may feel that the colors of the flowers become more intense, or smell the scent of a thunderstorm approaching…

When life happens at a snail’s pace, it often is an invitation to experience the world differently for a little bit. To take a deep breath, and relax.
And then when we focus again on our regular life, we may well find that the snail has long since be gone. It may have eaten its fill and found a safe place to rest, hidden from our eyes.

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