I have been pulling up to my parking spot at home and noticing this little shell on the ground in the space next to mine. It has been pretty rainy here in the Appalachian Mountains, so the worms and snails have been emerging. I do not take it lightly when something keeps catching my eye, because I know I have to be aligned with it in order to witness it at all. So my ancestors have been whispering for me to take it easy and to rest in patience. It makes complete sense that I would find myself noticing these slow moving, creeping creatures.
As I have been taking in my Earth medicine, I feel this deep wonder growing in me. I am fascinated by how shells are created, and even more fascinated that I get to be here among it all. It is beautiful to realize that my existence is intertwined with theirs.
Even though I am not entirely sure how shells are formed, I do know and acknowledge that they are beautifully and wonderfully made.
And in this awareness, this intertwining, I cannot help but feel that they are connecting to something in me too. Something I may not fully understand. Something I only know is also beautifully and wonderfully made.
I believe these are the things that are born in the light of stillness and patience. Water flows. Wind blows. They come and go. But the Earth below is slow and steady. It captures, deposits, and builds the essence of the moment.
I think I understand a small piece of the wisdom that aging and time carry.
The wisdom that something is always being created for the bigger picture. Something is always being added to the divine purpose of a single moment. Because every fleeting, quickly moving second is adding to the shell or the stone that will manifest in time.
This is the way of the world, written in the shell, in plain sight for all to see.
What true love.
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