Sitting under the screen tent on a blanket, I slow down enough to pay attention to small beings. It is morning. I watch the journey of the slugs on the fruiting bodies of the mushroom. Really slow, these small beings I rarely even notice. There is a beauty in their journeys. Sometimes they eat the mushrooms, but perhaps sometime they are just looking for a quiet spot in the shade. There were three slugs, three mushrooms, whose journeys I was following.
I have too often just thought of slugs as garden pests--but today I say thank you for beauty, for slowing down, for being my teachers...
