For the past 9 months, I have been saving turtles. Stopping to escort them to the side of the road, in the direction they are heading, with little regard for my personal safety on winding county roads. All this time, never stopping to consider they may be trying to help me.
A couple weeks ago, I stopped for what I believe will be the last turtle of the season, and it finally clicked! There was a lesson I had been missing all along. Indeed, more than one …
The first was a reminder that I carry “home” with me wherever I go. Discomfort that I may experience in any space, any crowd or situation, is simply because I have forgotten that my home is in me. When I remember this, I find the comfort and security I need within my own state of being.
I learned to point in the direction I most wish to go, and not let anything stop me. Also, to be open to receiving assistance when it comes.
Finally, sometimes I’ve just got to move my A$$! Life is rushing past, and at any given moment things can change. If there’s something in my heart to do, it doesn’t serve me to procrastinate.
There is a lesson to be learned from everything, if we choose to look at it with that perspective. I’d like to thank my turtle friends for their friendly reminders. I look forward to serving them again in the spring.