Notice the snail,
her patterned back,
her identity which
grows with her.
That she cannot take off,
for wherever she goes
there she is.
Her home, her shell
is her.
All swirls and colours.
Little by little
she travels far.
Feeling her way,
unable to see much at all.
Retreating into herself
at the threat of danger.
Then inching onwards,
carrying all she has become,
unquestionably,
unashamedly,
wherever she may go.
And in the end
we remember her,
by her shiny, meandering trails
and the legacy of her
patterned,
beautiful,
now uninhabited,
shell.
I noticed a snail and it made me think of jobs. Like whatever job you turn up to, you bring yourself. Like a snail cannot travel anywhere without its’ shell.
With jobs come job descriptions. But you read a job description and you don’t get a you.
You get words, tasks, achievements and attitudes.
You are much more than that. You bring all of you, wherever you go.
You make the words alive, give them a face, a voice, a laugh.
Wherever you go, there you are. This is so beneficial to the rest of us, to have you be you, to have you embody these many job descriptions we get over our life time. To bring us life by being your glorious self.
So may you follow your tentative path, be proud of your swirly trail, grow your unique shell and determine to travel ever onwards.
Brilliant and beautiful, thank you so much. Anthony
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I love this. Chose it at random today and it totally fits where I am at. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts in words.
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