Thinking of “the reptilian brain” and my own urges to run and hide. I remembered a dream I had a while back about a turtle.
Taking the image of the turtle, thinking about slowing down and honoring my ancient brain brought out the image above.
Sometimes, the panic of day-to-day life can feel like the depths of the heavy water weighing down. Drowning in the detritus of everyday. So, I am drawn to looking at the turtle…who holds her breath when she needs to, dives down to the dark depths, and returns to sun herself calmly on a rock or log.
She survives the water, the dark depths, and returns to breathing when she realizes it is safe.