A Morning Stroll Through My Mom’s Garden: How Slow Pace of Nature Renews Perspective

Hello, Daily Blog Community . What a day to begin. I always love writing .I used to keep journals when I was a kid. I know I kept them somewhere . I remember reading one of of them one time while arranging my stuff ; I swear I laughed to myself for not understanding what I wrote — ideas weren’t linked properly making the narratives confusing. But, if that kid could write and express herself, her adult version can do better. This platform helped me revisit my love for writing that was buried for years for some reasons .

I couldn’t contain my joy that at last I can hone my writing skills through this platform.I’m confident I’m just on time in fine-tuning this craft — not only for some gig but as an outlet of the soul. Excuse my grammar mistakes and incoherent expressions ;if you happen to see them, please feel to point them out. As the saying goes “ two heads are better than one”, I would love to hear your feedback and comment Today, I’m writing something about slugs. They are common here in my Mom’s garden —some consider them as pests while others consider them as a delicacy.While doing a morning stroll, I couldn’t help but notice them I observed it’s movement— how slowly it moves.It got me thinking;

Is there peace in proving oneself: finding the calm in chaos, getting vindicated from the violence you only saw and felt, and understanding reasons for life’s rough terrains? Healing from something that terrorized someone for a long time is a journey that most of us find difficult to navigate. I saw a post on social media that says healing is quite difficult for a person because their inner child longs for protection, their teenage self for justice, and their adult version simply wants solace. I delve into these matters from time to time. I look at the sky, as if the clouds hold any explanation. I wondered how it can take all the time in the world. I remembered reading a quote that says someone can take her time because a snail, though slow, got into Noah’s ark.

I came to see that biology, nature, social interactions, and believe system would one day synchronize. One day, all those inconsolable sentiments will be quieted in the most amazing way . You will wake up knowing that you never had to rescue yourself because someone has done it for you long before you came to realize that you’ve been safe. I don’t say that I’m in a perfect state. We shouldn’t be aiming for perfection , but for direction. Things will make sense when we trust the process and eventually let go of control.

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