Snail Symbolism

Leonardo Da Vinci wrote in his Notebooks: “It should not be hard for you to stop sometimes and look into the stains of walls, or ashes of a fire, or clouds, or mud or like places in which … you may find really marvellous ideas.”
C.G. Jung, Man and His Symbols

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I have looked into the symbolism of snails many times throughout my snaily journey.

When I looked up snail symbolism this time, some of the things that jumped out to me were –

The Yin (female) and Yang (masculine) energies

Spirals in Nature

Fertility

Time and moon cycles.

Patience.

I am just going to leave those here, I may or may not come back to them at some point and allow my thoughts and blog to spiral on each.

Fibonacci is also something I want to learn more about. Another Leonardo.

*Off I go to watch Ted Talks and ponder over Maths and Art!*

Spirally Yours

Claudia xoxo

A pie in the face.

Whilst at a house party in May time this year, I rambled about snail a day to a few drunken people around the bonfire.

John Postons, one of the party guests contacted me a few days later with an idea for a snail, then a few days after that I met him in queen square and allowed him to pie me in the face, to make things fair he allowed me to pie him back.

Here is the story board – Why Mollusc you do that to me?

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Brusnail – a Reckless Engineer


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Isambard Kingdom Brunel has been described as a risk-taking lover of danger. Much like Brusnail if you ask me.

I started volunteering at the Clifton Suspension Bridge Visitor Centre a few weeks ago. I work on the same day as a volunteer named Ernie, a kind faced retired man in his 80’s. Last week we had a conversation about Brunel and I asked Ernie if he thought he was a Reckless Engineer like the pub opposite Temple Meads suggests?

To which he replied –  “If you haven’t made mistakes, you haven’t lived.”

Serendipitous Sammy the Snail

Whilst I was in Canada I did a course in ‘Creative Nature Connections‘ taught by Lisa Lipsett at Royal Roads University. The course sounded interesting but one of the main reasons I signed up was to meet people. There was only a few of us and we spent most of the day with our eyes closed and our fingers in a paint pallet.

At lunch time I got talking to Helga, I told her about my daily snaily and she told me about her heart a day! We become friends for the few months that I spent in Victoria. I got to see her showcase her hearts at a local gallery and spend time creating with her. Last week I received some snail mail from her and it came just at the right time. I’d been having a particularly tough morning and as I left the flat the post lady handed me the most wonderful package I ever did see.

The story of Sammy the Snail, a tale of a snail who overcomes sadness brought tears to my eyes and the card with the words ‘hahaha belly laugh’ collaged within a heart reminded me that the feelings of my morning were temporary.

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