To understand the miracle of being found by a turtle here at our little cottage
you've got to know that we live in a city
with really busy streets
marauding college students
but there he was
looking into the bathroom window
and originally mistaken for a large leaf
on Friday morning.
He is full-grown and likely ten years or older according to the reptile rescue he found a home with today - they knew his markings to be so beautiful!
His species is not native to California and it is likely that he was once a pet.
Marks on his shell edges indicate that he's seen his share of troubles while navigating
this mostly-human part of the world.
Perhaps it's the wonderful course I am currently taking that centers around animals and soulful journeying
or maybe it's just the wonder of turtles, an animal I feel so enamored of
but I cannot help but feel chosen
guide him to a warm winter home.
I am sad that we're not the right fit to house him
but so glad that there are good-hearted people in the world who love his kind.
Here's to the wonder of intersecting moments
and the serendipity