“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Stepping into Freedom: Rules of Monastic Practice for Novices
Photo: K. Iuppa, Fair Weather Clouds
Impossible. July is here. With its clouds and birds in flight. I want a gentle wind. Sun.
Monday's daylight coming on stronger and stronger.
Just changed the month and days on our wooden calendar. Ritual of 25 years. It's so still outside.
Yesterday Peter found a painted turtle the size of a 50 cent piece in our old stone driveway. He picked the little guy up and bought him in the house. I put him in an old cake tin with a little water.
We speculated about where he came from. Couldn't find any open nests on the side of the road, or the quick exodus of his siblings. We think he slipped out of a bird's mouth and landed on our lawn. I bet he was stunned. But not injured at all He has speed!
We took him over to Howden Pond, hoping he will have a fighting chance. He seemed to like the shallow pond water, with its water irises and frog song and not too far off, we spotted another painted turtle.
Howden Pond is so peaceful. Hidden from the world. Teeming with wildlife (flora and fauna).
It's a perfect home for this little guy.
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