What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

...especially for hypnagogic !



I’ll never forget the first time, only a few years ago, that I tried escargot. Some friends and I had just brought home my horse from some time away for training. We went out to dinner in our usual farming attire, at one of the ritziest restaurants in town. (We pondered for a bit, why they put us as far back in the farthest back room as possible…) My friend’s hubby ordered the slugs and challenged me to try one. Not one to back down from most reasonable challenges, I boldly took him up. It really wasn’t that bad – I’m not so sure I’d have actually wanted it badly enough to pay the high price for it, but it really wasn’t as gross as one might first expect…UNTIL…

…my friend’s mom (always the jokester and life of all parties) leaned over close and whispered, “Have you ever unwittingly stepped on a slug outside in the summertime? Is that slimy stuff seeping up through your toes not the grossest thing EVER?”



Just consider the wonder…a dining delicacy, as near as the underside of your flowerpots…