Seeing that he’d been safely delivered, I continued my jog with a light heart, thinking that maybe this is how peace of mind works. It allows the divine to lift and transport us to a place we find familiar and comforting. It is a way of letting go and trusting, even though the road to our destiny feels foreign and unfamiliar. I thought about what a good job that turtle did, never once poking his legs out to struggle against me as I took him in my hands. Nor did he surge his head out of his shell to try to control what was going on. He just stayed still and waited and trusted. He was at peace.
I’d like to think the turtle knew he didn’t have to struggle to get to the stream in the heat all by himself. Maybe he understood that there was an easier way. Perhaps he believed in rescue. Who knows, maybe it was intentional that I stumbled upon the turtle as a magnet to his confidence and peace.
The laws of thought, faith, and belief work in inexplicable ways. Maybe I am only imagining it, but I have to say that the experience did get me thinking I was the turtle there to remind me to be at peace, too? I can just as well choose not to struggle against an uncomfortable spot, but instead be still and believe that good things are coming with a knowing heart, trusting and letting go, confident in the certitude of my own version of crystal clear relief.
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