I’m sitting in a waiting room with time on my hands so I’m drafting my next blog post by hand. On paper. Long hand. I’ve written six pages so far, I’m starting on page 7, and in some ways, I’m not even STARTED.
It’s a sprawling theme, something I have been chewing on actively, for three weeks, but which I now realize I’ve been thinking about my whole life: home.
What is home, how do you define home, what makes a home, home? Honorable Shamans and Fellow Pagans, your sense of home defines you, and has a lot to do with how you see yourself in your Spiritual life.
The day after I saw the armadillo crossing the road, I saw a Turtle crossing the road.
When I saw the armadillo I was traveling at about 25 mph and it was most of the way out of the road by the time I crossed its path. When I saw the Turtle I was traveling at about 50-60 mph and had to swerve to avoid hitting it. And the turtle was traveling East. In my symbology, East relates to what has passed, memories. All I have to do now is remember what I was thinking about at the time. This was last Thursday and so much happens.
(October 15 update.) Here is the photo of the turtle nest, with what looks likeanimal tracks around the hole. I have this photo in another post, but I thought I’d put it here with the Turtle topic. There are rain droplets surrounding the opening to the nest and underneath the raindrops, there are animal tracks. They may be turtle toes, but they may also be bird tracks.
This is a hole made by an animal, not an animal hole.