At a Snail's Pace by Barbara Sanders, LCSW

Crawling on my belly Feeling free on the earth below me The sky above and All the blessed and dark Energies around me

My antennae sense and Send messages throughout My tiny body, informing and Sometimes deforming my ideas About the world around me

A leaf, no struggle A waterfall, more challenging I accept being fully alive Moving along comfortable climes And more beastly hot, dangerous ones

Inside me, no struggle Knowing who I am What I do in this world I slide, secreting my healing, sticky oil Onto any and every surface

Wherever we go, we all leave Little pieces of us everywhere Always seeming to have enough Always being provided enough Juice to keep on living And giving

I revel in the sunshine I slide upon the plants And rocks who hold me safely As I pour myself into The next space and the next

Slowly, kindly, the journey Is vibrant and slippery at Times - at other times No risk or sense of fear At all

Now the day is done and As I close my eyes My antennae gradually dull My body disappears My shell, however, remains solid As I sleep or die, held safely