Twas the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a turtle swimming from a reef wreath. Perhaps it was scared by the storm’s worrisome wind, scattering lawn chairs and spinning our chimney cap ’til we thought it might take flight.
We find turtles without trying. Last summer we found them while paddling up the Lagunitas Creek, out of Point Reyes Station. After our paddle we stopped by Spirit Matters and found a lovely Kwan Yin seated on a turtle. This past September, on our trip to Kauai, we found turtles while exploring the reefs at Tunnels on the north shore. Turtles are magic in that when we find them, we are always in an environment that makes us smile.
Spread joy and good cheer.
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