My Grandma Crucita once told me a story of a a little box turtle that her papa had found while working the fields. She kept it for a few years and told me, “I kept it in a hole as deep as my arm. One day I went to check on it and it was gone… I don’t know how it got out.”
A couple years ago the same thing happened to me and my brother-in-law, Kelvin, while we were working outside. We came across another box turtle that he gave to the girls and that little creature went through a lot… never complaining… haha. One day it was painted with glitter nail polish and another time it had little beads glued to its shell – good thing I found “Chaluup” before the glue dried up.
Girls and turtles… hmmmm… maybe that’s why it one day just disappeared like the last time.
I want to think it was the same one that my grandma had found many years ago. With all the abuse it handled, I guess a couple years with every generation is all it can take.
I’m fascinated with turtles of all kinds – the mystery, their longevity and their commitment to autonomy.
I swam with them on the Kona coast of Hawaii. There were Sea turtles so large they look like little hybrid cars floating around with schools of fish eating at their shells and barnacles that are so crazy-looking. Every one of them is unique in their aura.
I decided one day while running on the ancient road of King Kamehameha that I would visit them so I swam out far enough to get into the shallow area where the tide went back out and they would bask in the sun.
You can sneak up from behind them as they chill out in the Hawaiian sun. They slowly walk on land and head to their home in the sea and it’s during this time when you can grab the lip of their shell on their neck line and hold on!
As they get into the sea they become exceptionally stronger and more compatible with their environment and, amazingly, become more powerful.
I held on like the wild man that I am. Heehee. I dove in with her as she slapped and pushed the water; diving in deeper. I filled my lungs with air and held it as she spiraled us into the oblivion of the great green-blue dark sea.
My adventures were many with them and I even once had a tattoo embezzled into my skin in honor of them and my connection to the greatest creature in the sea…
So in honor of those memories and to the driving mystery of the Sea and land turtles I thought I would send you this blog on the newest creations of Turtle Ocarinas.
Confucius Say: “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”
In my short life there are very few things I actually have chosen to do as work. I think the hardest job in the whole wide world is a relationship. Why? This is a tricky one. I think it’s because when it’s good it honors your whole being and that honors everything about who and what you are, from your art to your health.
When it’s bad the bottom line is that it takes you away from everything that you are and you end up trying to fix the relationship and years go by with the shameless, hopeless, efforts of leaving your heart behind.
One day your heart shows up like that lost Box Turtle my grandma had and it gives you comfort, confidence and gifts you with a reminder that being in your own company is the key to your fulfillment and autonomy.
I have only been blessed. Blessed with the company of schools of fish eating at the walls of my well worn out shell and to swim towards the rising sun of my life and to honor the deepest, dangerous moments in the doldrums.
I am a lucky man to understand that to be like the turtle is the best way.
Eat, sleep, bask in the sun, blindly spiral into the unknown and be at peace while the turmoils and the toils above you rage and rip. You are always underneath watching in silence and complete meditation while floating by with the spirit of the northern tide.
Be fearless. Play a little tune, my friends, the rest is all is just ________!
With love & honor,