Our dog groomer Leah has a tree with white snails all over it. They look exactly like the snails served in restaurants, only they are alive and clinging to the tree. Though I’ve never ordered them in a restaurant, I’ve purchased them at the market and served them up to Todd and our lovely daughter.
I mentally visit the tree when I hear something hideous or tragic has happened and my skin begins to hurt and my eyes spill tears.
The tree teaches me the snail to simply cling.