Take a look at this turtle will you? That position he/she is holding, one leg forward one up in back…he/she held it frozen for several minutes while I loitered on a bridge above snapping photos.
Maybe “it” hoped I would think it was just another sculpture among the many in this park?
Maybe it figured if I was a predator I might not notice it if it didn’t move. Kind of like a dinosaur.
And the whole time I’m thinking, “You and me, turtle. Analysis Paralysis. Do I stay or do I go? Take the plunge? Jump into the water? Sit frozen in the lovely sunlight and hope potentially bad things (like being eaten by a predator) don’t happen?”
In a world SO filled with things that I want to do, why is it so hard to do them? Is it because what is easy to do, is easy NOT to do as well?
I was on an assignment for a photography class. While most of my fellow attendees had boarded a bus for downtown Palm Springs, I opted for this park. I wanted to visit a sculpture honoring victims of the Holocaust – it struck me that in this desert town inland California there would be such a piece of art.
But I had stopped at the pond, entranced by the clusters of turtles sunning on the sides. As I approached, they’d launched themselves into the water, swimming for their lives.
Except this guy. Frozen. My buddy.
My frozen is different, of course. Do I stay the course and work on a full-time income via various freelancing gigs? Or do I acquiesce to the realities and pressures of where we are now, and seek traditional employment again?
The pragmatic versus the plan. The heart versus the head. The Dreamer versus the Realist.
I waited. He/she/it waited.
And while I stood frozen, camera poised, in the stillness, the answer. In the peace of the moment, a flash of clarity. From a few weeks of “which way do I go” to a pinpoint answer of “that way.”
My shoulders unhinged – that stunning moment of relaxation where the tension just flows away like runoff from a storm. THAT way. Go THAT way right now. I took a great big inhale of the sauna temperature air (it was 95F…in April) and released a slow breath.
My little friend, picking up on my slight movement, blasted into the water.
THAT way. Go that way.
You got it buddy. Thanks.
Recovering MBA. Writer. Photographer. Scanner. Learning Addict. Airplane Geek. Teacher. Certification Collector. Serenity Seeker. Semi-retiree in training.