TURTLE WOMAN I have, at last become the turtle who has been waiting, so patiently, for me to crawl inside her shell, inside her skin.
I go about my days in slow motion, retreating within on the slightest provocation. At times I bury myself in the mud and cannot find the impetus to make my way out. Today, sitting languid in the sun, I wonder; is there any joy for the turtle basking in the warm sunlight? For I cannot find such simple pleasure. © 1996 Judy Anne