I couldn't even take or find a picture of a snail small enough.It looked like a sticky spec of something stuck to the bottom of one of my plants.Without thinking, I just pulled it off & threw it in the trash.

Today was the first day this week when I felt well enough to do some of the things I love, like tending my collection of greenery. I had a particulary bad bout of tinnitus & vertigo, part genetic predisposition, part reaction to the covid vaccine.                                                                                          I've had mild attacks before, but nothing as terrifyingly debilitating as this.

I am not good at being physically diminished. Movement is where I live, through music, nature, my dog, my dancing, & even my exercise videos. My fear & anger at my body's response was almost worse than the spinning room & inability to hear anything but whooshing or muffled chirps.

I definitely took some time to acknowledge my feelings & to feel a bit sorry for myself, which is also something I rarely do. I knew I couldn't stay in that mindset, & I was grateful when the symptoms finally abated a bit, enough for me to enjoy some of my normal Sunday activities.

So this morning, after I had spent several blissful hours watering, weeding & singing to my favorite YouTube videos, I collected the pruned leaves & other debris, & headed back to the trash.  

As I stared at the top of my tall kitchen can, there was that small spec I had scraped off the side of my plant & thrown to the bottom. I looked closer, not sure what had happened,...Read More
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