Aug 7, 2023-- "One day in the fall, as water and air cooled, at some precise temperature an ancient bell sounded in the turtle brain. A signal: Take a deep breath. Each creature slipped off her log and swam for the warmer muck bottom. Stroking her way through the woven walls of plant stems, she found her bottom place. She closed her eyes and dug into the mud. She buried herself. And then, pulled into her shell, encased in darkness, she settled into a deep stillness. Her heart slowed -- and slowed -- almost to stopping..." Gayle Boss shares more in this beautiful passage about turtles, waiting, and stillness. (3489 reads)