The turtle

Last year after I had the idea to travel, I kept seeing turtles everywhere. Today another one showed up at a very opportune time.
I was walking around Shelley Lake, had just finished reciting the serenity prayer to calm down a bit, when there appeared to be a rock in the middle of the path about the size of a softball. Bending down for a closer look, he looked my way and just stared. It was another good sign for me from the little creature who has his home on his back. Wherever he is, his home is with him. It sure felt good to experience his calm presence and know that I'm on the right path for now.
I also realized that I'm completing the dismantling of the home LaVerne and I created. It is now just a house, and if I do return some day then I'll make it my home again along with other beings perhaps.
The tears have flowed freely the past few days and I finally understood it was more than just the stress of packing, giving away, throwing away and letting go of lots of stuff. It was the taking apart of what I had helped create.
There have also been tears of joy, like discovering the video tape of a trip to Florida in 1989 by Derick, Zoe and me to get Barbara after her summer at the Sierra's in Sarasota. Part of the tape was of us all on the floor playing giggle belly and laughing our heads off. My other mother Jean and her husband Ron, both passed on, were also there and it was good to see them healthy and happy.
Day after tomorrow I'll be on the road again for a good long time and I can hardly wait! More to come, soon!