Day 360

December 26, 2021

Sunday, the last of the year.

An Ode to the Hawksbill on a Day I Question my Sexuality

Can that happen?  

May I pay homage to the turtle that looses its shells, looses its life for the sake of beautifying humans?  

Coral reefs and local fish depend on the hook of 120 pound sea turtle beak that clears the sponge away from life that fish consume.

Humans do so much to their world, to their oceans that destroy their habitat with quick thoughtless moves, not paying attention to subtlety

and the turtle habitat and the coral reef  all in the name of pleasure.

Here's to the turtle who moves through the ocean in a glide, who clears the reef from sponge and sustains the balance.

Here's to the human who doesn't understand their part inside the whole and the turn they take when they plunge for vanity and the belief they have the right.

Here's to movement of the tortoise that circles the globe in its life time in an act of determination and flight.  To the silent slow glide of the amphibious form.

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Rediscovering sexuality at 68 , thinking I'm the coral reef seeking the balance, seeking the turtle's beak to ply away the sponge in order to allow the fish back again, close, caressing.

Here's to a new age of discovering the pleasure, the awe, the quake.

What brings ecstasy to me now? What creates that catch just at the beginning of my abdomen?  Slow, calm building

Not sure if that one works, but I'll keep working on it.  

Made a commitment to make a short trip.  Proud of myself.   

Family of squirrels gathering today.