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Under the lush cover of the tropical jungle, where time appears to slinkily pass, something amazing happens. Her fur a tapestry of greens and browns, a pregnant sloth grips to the strong branch of a tall ceiba tree, her motions sluggish and deliberate. Her algae-tinted fur is softly blown, producing ideal cover from prying eyes.
This slow tempo reflects a strong connection to the rhythms of the forest rather than slowness. Every action for the sloth is a deliberate dance, a celebration of the present moment and the life that dances inside her. Her metabolic efficiency turns into her strongest asset since it helps her to save energy for the priceless load she is carrying.
Her tummy swells as the months go by, the valuable cargo she is carrying increases daily by consistency. Still, her calm approach is relentless, evidence of the quiet strength hidden in her understated shape. As she negotiates this transforming trip, the canopy becomes her refuge providing both safety and food.
She will occasionally drop from her arboreal home; her motions are nearly invisible to the uneducated observer. She searches for soft leaves and luscious fruits very carefully, feeding her and her pregnant child the abundance of the rainforest. Every fall is a calculated risk made only when absolutely required since she gets more vulnerable in her pregnancy.
She will hide in the protective embrace of the large trunk of the tree, cocooned in a world of her own creation, when it comes time for her to deliver birth. Here, among the soft patter of rains and leaf rustling, she will welcome her infant into the world with a compassion that belies her seeming sloth. The childbirth process itself turns into a meditation, every moment playing out with the same slow grace that defines her whole life.
The sloth will raise her children with the same patience and loyalty that have helped her through her own life in the next days and weeks. She will convey the knowledge of their slow-paced life and the need of savoring every minute as she will teach them the ways of the jungle. Her young one hangs to her chest, under gentle direction and careful observation learning the complex skill of survival in the canopy.
The sloth's slow enjoyment of life is a gift, a reminder to savor the present and welcome the delights that emerge at nature's patient pace, not a hardship in this rich land where time appears to stop. The forest sees this lovely link between mother and child, evidence of the continuing force of mother love in all its manifestations.
