The valor of the scarred and weary elder turtle as she treks on through her trials and tribulations to a higher world provides a powerful mirror for stalwart, ascending souls.

For a while now, I've been seeing visions of the last bird alive here, sitting atop a blackened and lifeless tree, singing her final song of sorrow as she bids goodbye to the lush paradise that once was and flies into the heavens on wings of joy to a higher world.

There isn't much time left, as you say, Open. The ships have indeed come to carry us home. I'm feeling it's high time to hop on board and ride the waves to a higher paradigm where we'll find "renewed golden beaches and clear blue oceans" down the flow.

Deep gratitude to Mother Honu for her inspiring message and enduring heart.

"And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free." John 8:32

x Cathy