A snail has begun to visit my kitchen, when I’m not looking, recently, through the balcony door.

I realized one night when I found she had weaved a shiny web on the mat from and back to the door. That night we had weaved a web dance in our group – maybe she was dancing too at the same time?

This morning I found the shiny track again. I smiled. I thought I knew what she comes to teach me…

Tonight (and every day) I am grateful, for my childhood friend’s wisdom on the phone, for what I can learn from my heartbreaks and my mistakes, for the little things that go unnoticed, the trail on the mat, for the patient weaving of time and love that can heal anything…

Thank you Snail Spirit