Turtle energy is a huge part of my life.
Sometimes, in the stillness of an early Sunday morning—my day cleared of demands on me—I can watch as if outside myself the slow progression of events that I know lead to where I want to go.
Hank Wesselman (now gone) taught: “We have the power to create our own lives and who we are within them.”
From a distance, from the perspective of my soul’s “seeing,” as I take my power into my own hands, I watch somehow the slow parade of one small responsibility checked off after another, each bringing down one of the barricades of those between me and what I dream for my life.
In these crystalline moments, able to step back from the nitty-gritty which, of course, I am living, a wave of pure pleasure and peace washes over me, fills me, erases for this time all the worries and doubts within me.
I feel my being as risen, omniscient, hovering in a blue and cloudless sky, separate from all my concerns and knowing utterly I will find a way to carry them to completion, each becoming lighter and lighter as I make my way there.
I feel this. I really do. And it is such a reprieve, for just this little while, to dwell in this place.