Today is a sacred day, which means it is different from the rest of day. It is not different due to sickness, or the type of act of God that destroys homes and scares farm animals: it different both because of its religious significance and the significance I have given it in my life.
On this day, I reread 22 years of journal entries I have written. I go through old books of poems to find ones I have ear marked. I take inventory of mind, body, and spirit. From these rituals, I remembered expressions like “the joy of paying exquisite attention,” and I revisit goals which once mattered to me.
This ritual of pause and reflection allows you to step into your life, as if it were a beautiful unoccupied home, and walk around it, to truly breath it in. There’s something incredible that happens when you drop your to do list, release the idea of constantly doing, and pay attention to what’s trying to happen–an idea a great teacher of mine introduced over many walks in Rhode Island.
Of all the lines that resonates with me on this, one stands out above the rest.
It’s from the poem “For a Five-Year-Old.”
“We are Kind to Snails.”
So, my friend, today… be kind to snails.
A Life of Wonder 
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