The traffic moved at a snails pace today. I spent seven hours getting from one place to another. A journey that normally takes about four hours. Mercury retrograde was certainly testing my patience.

With nothing to do but observe the view, including all of the large lorries that had to take to small side roads too, my mind began to wander. I thought about the way my mediumship had developed. Some times I went at a snails pace. Other times I was flying like the haws I spotted twice today. And then there were the times when I was unsure whether I was a snail or a hawk. When my mediumship sort of clanked along. As if I couldn’t get my broomstick to take off. There were several points when I decided to give up. Like the road today, I felt like I wanted to park up and watch everyone else journey on. But I also found that, for no reason that I could fathom, I was reluctant to stop. After all  there was a destination ahead that I wanted to reach.

I wanted to get home today. Snails or not. Traffic snarls or not. I’ve been away for a couple of weeks and there are things I have to do, people I want to see and my garden to tend. Again very much like my intuitive development. I understood that there were things I had to do so that I could help people I met and it was time for me to grow some more. As I sat in the car I realised that my mediumship journey had been a series of detours, dead ends and tailbacks. Along with speeding along through fabulous scenery with the wind in my hair. All to get me to right here and right now. To recognise that I have been learning to be patient with myself. Because sometimes going slow is the right thing to do.

Now I’m trying to write a blog at something faster than a snails pace. Because I want to make sure it goes live on the right day. I only have a few daily blogs left before my challenge is complete. Slowly, steadily I have got to where I hoped to be. I’m home almost to the end of my personal trial. I wonder what the next snail will bring?

Day 973 of my bloggingnchallenge