The Lyrics From Ernie's Forest Chapter 428 Adopting The Snails Pace

We're constantly complaining about how fast life is moving. What if we started walking and learning things at a snails pace? Do we really need that much information in one lifetime?

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
You would never mix up your peanut butter with watermelon,
or even Taylor Swift with the piano. Guys, then again
you might, well, that's what this is all about. Arrow
dot net, arroet net seventeen different podcasts to choose from
for your driving or just being at work entertainment. My
boy Ernie, he is my blue Crown conyer, my boy boy.

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For over thirty two years, he's overlooked this forest right
here in South Charlotte, North Carolina. I mean, every day
Ernie sits in his beautiful home, overlooking the trees, the
nearby lake, and every bit the wildlife that is strolling
so freely below us on top of the earth. Ernie
and I share the same vision. It's this forest. We
both look into these trees and study the earth below.

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I mean, there is something extremely spiritual going on here.
The lyrics to Ernie's Forest, we both receive an amazing
amount of energy. I put all of my trust and
skills as a student into what he is willing to
share with me. These are not my words, these are
the lyrics from Ernie's Forest, Chapter number four hundred twenty eight,

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May twenty fifth, twenty twenty four, Memorial Day weekend. This
forest in South Charlotte doesn't know it as such, but
it's feeling the arrival of southern heat and the violent
rainstorms that come in the late afternoon hours or very
early in the morning. We're talking two am, three am.
The long, tall wild grass looks like ocean waves with

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a gentle breeze as it slips between each blade with
such poise and beauty. I mean, there was once a
time that I studied my martial arts in this field
or meadow of deep green, my place of love and solitude.
And yet I practiced my forms and pumsas in a
place that wasn't as tough as I thought. The weight

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of my body sliding my bare feet across that forest
floor ripped it to shreds. I to this day feel
so guilty for not respecting all living things. These days,
when I stroll through the tall grass near the slow
moving stream, I do so with a lot of love
in the way of staying in my own zone, with

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nothing but patience in my soul. I mean, you can
hear so much when you're moving at a snail's pace.
That's my subject right there, moving at a snail's pace.
Let me ask you this question. When was the last
time that somebody said, will you please act your age?
And I'm not talking about a two or a three

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year old child. I'm talking about the grown adults who's
trying to rush through life and then complain about how
fast life is moving, but yet you had the choice
to move at a snail's pace. There are many times
that I will tell myself because of the amazing body aches,
and I do not take any pain pills because I
broke the rules. I broke the rules. I took too many,

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and the doctor looked at me and said, you did it, dude,
you took too many. You're not supposed to take pain
pills as a preventative. It's a pain pill when you
are in pain, not when you're not in pain, and
you're trying to prevent pain. Slow down the snail's pace.
We are trying to rush through something, and I often

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wonder if it's because we're trying to get away from it.
Are we actually running away from the fire or the
crumbling fortress of people behind us? Or should we turn
ourselves around, stare at the chariots that are chasing us
and walk to them. Think about this, What are you
doing and what are you deciding in your personal life?

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If you aren't moving at a snail's pace, then I
must ask you what are you running away from. I'm Marril.
These are not my words. These are the lyrics from
Ernie's Forest