The Turtle Back Miracle

I haven't added to this blog in years, yet it still exists. It's become an artifact in my life's history, yet it remains in the present somehow. What to do with this ethereal object of manifestation that is always there, left wanting for more. I've traveled so much and haven't documented any of it. What is the point of it? How does it change/effect anything? It's not even being read by others because I haven't performed the necessary updates or kept up with developing search engine key words or other advertsing/marketing strategies.

Where's the passion that once was? What happened to the drive to create, to imprint, impress, sometimes to impersonate this woman I am, or think that I am, or want others to see me as I think I am, when describing my experiences.

I want to change the Title of this Blog to The Turtle Back Miracle...

Good thing we ride on the The Great Turtle's back -- turtles live a long time, they are ancients among us, they carry the history of our kind, they sweep over the earth's sands and under it's deepest streams and salted waves of this great beast we all share called earth. The Turtle is carrying our tresspasses on it's back, the great beast of burden and of creation. Where will she take us, when will we find the miracle?  How do we choose to get there. We know it's there; we are all looking for it, some unconscious, some looking for the light in the miracle, some looking to take the light out.  If we crawl too far to the edge of Turtle's Back, will we slide, roll, or tumble haphazardly off and be turned under by the sands and the sea of her slow crawl toward death...

Death; maybe that is the miracle.