Merely To Observe
Or be observed. A while back I remember wondering if the snail I rescued from my puppy’s eager mouth noticed me as I tossed it back into the grass? Did it care that the agent of its redemption was bigger and scarier than the creature trying to eat it? I know the puppy did.
I continue to rescue snails, kicking them off the walkway where careless feet will crush them, fishing around eager doggy mouths to scoop a still-intact shell off a slobbery tongue. Flicking them off the screen door to my studio and hoping they land in a deep patch of grass. For their own sakes.
I asked the universe for some stuff that it’s given me. I was careful about what I asked for, so it’s all stuff I want, but once again, the great observer is having a bit of a titter at my expense… I’m getting it all at once. Trying to resist the temptation to curl up in my shell and hide whilst bobbing about the lolling tongue of the universe, knowing my delicate carapace is already cracked and that ultimately, I’m already doomed, so it’s just a matter of how far I get flicked before the final squish.
Okay, so this snail/dog tongue metaphor only goes so far and I’ve already passed that limit. Yay me. It’s all the coffee I’m drinking lately… tends to inspire goth-emo brain leakage. There are a couple of new friends’ blogs I need to list in the sidebar, if I could just remember them. Gah.