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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Snail's Pace


Late Saturday afternoon the snails are hard at work, doing what they do, crossing bridges of grass.


Following each other over there, where it should be better.


Scaling up this way, because they can.


Or disappearing to a cooler place, into the dim depths, the source of things. To find what they want there. The whole world, for them.

To me, it's just a container garden out in front of this supermarket. 



Grow taller and wider, your head wearing clouds like a hat, your eyes able to see across miles to the ocean without craning your neck. Look down at me, making my way across the parking lot, (no ocean seen by me), doing what I have to do, and it must seem almost the same. And if you can think this, understand a little bit about scale, then that's the gift you've been given. 


7 comments:

Anonymous said...

To each his Dolcinea

Amy said...

Exactly.

Sans! said...

It may be a gift but more likely, it's a case of someone opening your eyes to them. Someone like Alan Makarenko (thanks for the link) or someone like you :). Tomorrow morning when I am walking downhill from my house, I will be looking for tiny snails on their way to work.

It's dark and stormy now. The snails are probably hiding out in the cold. I will be happy to shelter them in my tribal house if only I have a way to tell them so. Maybe you can tell them, snail whisperer? :)

rosanna said...

I am sorry to say that I do not love snails. Even more slugs , hey send shivers down my spine.
May be because they look slimy and wet and flabby.
No, I truly cannot love them.

Daydreamer said...

Amy. I LOVE this post! (I am one of those people who tries to see the Forest in the Moss....) Seeing your snails on their way to work is just WONDERFUL!
And I tend to think we ARE just snails on OUR way to work.... no matter how fast we Think we are going..... from WAY up THERE we are just as slow as Snails.....

Amy said...

Sans, I once found a snail in the middle of my bedroom, making his way very very slowly across the wall-to-wall carpeting. Since no windows in the bedroom had been open, he must have come in from the patio, a hallway and a room away. It must have taken forever, days and days, and neither Solomon or I had seen him on his way. It still intrigues me, that long, slow, patient journey. Imagine if he had found his way to my dollhouse, climbed the wall, come to rest on the brass bed. He would have left a mess, though.

Rosanna, you would definitely not like Miami. An hour south from here, they're being invaded by giant African snails, they grow up to 8 inches and eat plaster. They actually eat your walls. And they carry a parasite that causes meningitis. It sounds like a nightmare, but its true. I'll stick to my tiny snails-each one in the photos are no bigger than a half an inch...

Betsy, do you remember the Giant Pink snail from Dr Dolittle? I went out of my mind as a little girl, seeing them living inside the shell, with the spiral as a staircase...
I'm obsessed with scale, as I know you are-and in the best of stories, and dreams, and thoughts, there is no scale, size is based on importance, significance, love, don't you think?

Daydreamer said...

Amy, I have to confess that I DON'T Remember the Dr. Dolittle snail.... in fact, the ONLY thing I know about Dr. Dolittle is that he talked to the animals.... My younger sister was in a theatrical production of Dr. Dolittle when she was nine and I was eleven... a children's summer theater event. We were raised very much OUT of the mainstream media culture.... we had no TV until I was ten and then it broke a year later and didn't get fixed....and very few movies that I recall. So there are big gaps in my awareness of common images and metaphors! Whenever one shows up....like this... I tell myself I MUST go watch that..... but I rarely have the time! But who knows... the curiosity might get the better of me.....
As for scale.... being a Medievalist... I have always LOVED that freedom from the rigors of an imposed relative scale.... and especially love the use of repeated figures to tell the story over time.... the intricacy of relationship and metaphor and allegory that develop that way... to me it is SO rich and captivating.... so yes,
I agree with you, in our hearts,scale... size is all about Love....