Not too long ago a friend of mine told me about a book she was reading. It was called “The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating” written by Elisabeth Tova Bailey. I was completely intrigued by the title alone. I made a trip to my nearby library and checked out the only copy they had. I thought it was probably a good book of fiction and was pleasantly surprised to find out it was a memoir. I read about 75% of the book and never finished before I turned it back in before its due date. This is just ME, maybe you might like the book. It was filled with lots of facts about snails. I learned a lot of new things about snails, like they have a boat load of teeth. Honestly I didn’t even know snails had teeth but turns out they have around 14,000 of them. Also they can repair their shells, if they get cracked or smashed they can make them all new again. Loads of snail facts can be found in this little book. I’m always looking for books that have relationships though and although there seemed to be a relationship between the bedridden narrator and the snail friend, there was not enough of that to keep my attention. Too many facts and I’m a heart girl, not so much a facts girl.
However that being said, it opened my eyes even wider to these beautiful creatures. I get to see them on my walks. My night walks because guess what? They are nocturnal. I love the sparkly paths they leave as they make their way across the sidewalk. Its also a challenge during my night walks to dodge them. I never want to step on a snail.
Even on my day walks I notice the tracks they have left on the sidewalk from the many nights before as the sun makes them sparkle and shine. My camera phone never can capture how awesome my eyes see these tracks.
Today I went for my walk because I’m struggling with my 7 day detox and figured some fresh air would be nice. I found a few empty shells and I admire them just like I admire feathers. The swirls in their shells are just gorgeous. I brought a few home with me today and also picked teeny bouquets and then I took their picture. I believe they deserve this kind of acknowledgment. This is why I wrote this today.
Not to mention that this health journey feels a little bit like a snails pace. Also how it brings back memories of the boys bringing me snails. I remember one time they begged me to let them keep them in the bathroom sink while they took their baths. Of course I let them.