An appreciation for slugs came over today's perception. A little goob of somehow contained sliminess roams an open land after a rain. After finding a little goob, Mr. Slug man, I wondered. How does this creature live day to day. The eye balls have the capabilities to tuck inside, SOMEHOW.
Slugs serve as a god damn miracle. Something so slow, exists for the sake of existence. Let's all do the same -- Move slow and get to where we're headed. Slow is the pace. Steady is the race. Now, one might ask, "Why is this chick blogging about slugs". Well, why the fuck not. Why not wonder about the small acts of life. I wonder, ponder, and explore new grounds daily. Writing has helped find grace. Writing has helped release lingering feelings about current or past situations. Back to slugs. Slugs remind humanity to slow the fuck down. Le'ts take a moment to move as slow as possible. Stretch slowly, drink more water slowly, and let's move with grace. Today marks the day of change in the world of talking stones. Here, I type with grace and ease. Elegantly creating ideas and implications for one's life. Slow down and take a slow breath. Exhale and give your heart the kindness you'd give a friend.
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