This turtle I know I've seen him before, floating in the Caribbean Sea. He made an impression on me then, but as it is with such a sensitive soul, it took me years to be able to see it, years to hear the calling to create. I brushed the discovery aside, buried it under business, always too occupied, too overwhelmed in all the other to see ... I was blinded by everything I thought I had to do; I had no time to reflect, no time to listen, only to do do do, and to go go go. But now, here it is again, in this quiet, an awakening, and a turtle to act as ambassador. "Come this way," he beckons, or bellows. I realize all at once: this turtle is a guide. It seems impossible, doesn't it? To hear the calling of a guide from so long ago, or so far below, to remember something out of the blue, to feel the inspiration out of an echo. I'm not sure how my mind finally heard this turtle, or remembered the look of a decade past, or connected to the light he seems to want to show me, but I am grateful. I am so so grateful.