Storms, Tremors, and Turtles of Change

I don’t know about you, but things have been a bit weird around here.  I drove home the Sunday before last from Philadelphia in sheets of rain and rolling fog.  I have to say that when I got to the bit of highway before the Tappan Zee Bridge, I was attracted to the exit for Hunter’s Mountain.  Have you ever been there?  It’s the perfect locale for a haunting tale.  I was attracted but persisted through the storm until I got home.

This last Sunday we had a wonderful family dinner.  I love it when my married daughter with her husband comes over.  There’s a calm with the whole family around the table, talking, eating, and then watching some tv together.

Now Tuesday we had an earthquake on the East Coast of the U.S.  The epicenter was just outside of Richmond, Virginia.  Where I am in Connecticut, I felt a shimmy like a truck passing by, but other town felt more.  I happened to be on Twitter for my job and watched all the different newscaster comment with the closings and evacuations, even if only for a little while.  Some places as far North as Canada felt it.  Some places felt nothing.  One person on Twitter referred to it as the practice for the apocalypse, something about going down in flames with pity conversation.  I found the whole interaction of the human race immensely interesting.  This is why.

When I came back from Philadelphia, it continued raining.  I went to the doctor and on the way home, I rescued a turtle from the road.  I got him safely to a lake.  The next day it rained again, and this time I rescued a different turtle on a different road and got him to a pond.  What I noticed is that when it pours like this, the turtles seem to think the world is made of water and they should go walking or dancing in it.  They forget things like roads and cars.  They are just too happy with all the water.  They are enjoying their world and the change even if it’s temporary.

The human race hasn’t been too happy lately, and the storms and now the earthquake seems to have thrown a lot of people into panic mode over something they have no control over.  With all the stresses over budgets, jobs, and Wall Street, some people are having trouble finding any happiness at all. We may not be able to change a crisis, but we can change how we react to it.

I’m going to learn from the turtles.  Next time it rains, I’m going to dance.   Only you can be sure, I won’t be dancing in the street.  🙂

–Susan
Susan Hanniford Crowley

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Paranormal Romance, Fantasy, and Science Fiction Author
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2 Responses to Storms, Tremors, and Turtles of Change

  1. Hi Susan,
    Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I don’t worry about things that are out of my control, such as the coming hurricane. But I can prepare for it by doing things like taking in my lawn chairs, making sure the flash lights work and having enough bottled water for a while. Otherwise, I’m a dance in the rain type of gal too. Children don’t know or care if the Dow drops 400 points but they do love to jump in the puddles. When did we stop allowing the inner child to come out an play?

  2. I can’t help thinking the world might be a better place if more inner children came out to play.

    –Susan

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