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The turtle knew that he was quite close to the end of his journey; he could see the houses of the small village in the distance, and he knew that soon he would be there. It was sunny, and the bright sun made the turtle squint, but not far from where he was standing, he could see some animals lying by the side of the road. As he got closer, he saw that they were pigs.

"What are you doing lazing around when we have somewhere to go?" he demanded of the closest pig, who was lying contentedly still. "Don't you know there is a place we have to be very soon?".

The pig rolled over and looked sleepily at the turtle. "Why are you in such a hurry?" she asked. "It's a beautiful day, and so warm". She shifted her gaze to her piglets, who were happily playing in the grass.


The turtle stamped his little foot. "You are being so lazy!" he shouted. "There isn't much time, and you're wasting it! There are much more important things to do than play!".


The pig sat up. "Look around you", she said. "See the sunlight? See the flowers? Is our journey so important that we should ignore everything around us and miss all this? There is plenty of time. Don't you understand? You are being like the Humans, who are so busy rushing from place to place that they never take the time to appreciate what is right before their eyes".


The turtle lost his temper. "How can you waste your time playing?" he yelled. "It's ridiculous that you would choose to stop and sleep when such an incredible thing will be happening so soon!". He fell silent when he realized that all the pigs and piglets had stopped and were staring at him in astonishment. "I mean... I meant... I'm sorry for yelling",   he mumbled in a small voice.


The mother pig grunted, and all the piglets came and sat around her. The other pigs drew close, and sat down. "You know", the mother pig said, "the Humans often try to tell us that the world is just a distraction from more important things - things they say they think about all the time. They tell each other that the Creator can only be found in certain buildings, and in those buildings, they tell each other that their words are the only right words, and that all other words are wrong.  Worse, they say that all the things in life that make us happy are evil, and that really good people spend all their time trying to ignore the world, because everything in it is a temptation to sin".


She looked at the turtle. "Do you believe that? Do you believe that a crisp lettuce leaf, or a juicy carrot, is a bad thing? Do you believe that the sun on our faces, and the soft grass, and butterflies to chase is wrong?".


"Umm..." said the turtle, not so sure of his thoughts, now. The pig smiled, and invited him to sit by her.


"The Creator made this world for us. He gave us skin to feel, and eyes to see, tongues to taste, and noses to smell with. He intended for us to understand what a gift he has given us, and though we have been given ears to listen, he sometimes speaks in such a quiet voice that we do not hear him. He speaks to us in the summer breeze, and in winter snowflakes. His voice can be heard in the laughter of friends, and the murmur of a mother to her sleeping child. He is grass, and earth, and ocean and sky. How can we repay him for this incredible gift, except to enjoy it with all our senses?

"The day is beautiful, and the village is close by. Even you, little turtle, will be at the stable in time. Whether we journey together or separately, no matter how urgent our quest, we must take the time each day to listen for the Creator's voice".

The little turtle felt very, very small, and was ashamed to realize that he had only noticed the stones in the road, and the cold nights, and had not even looked at the places he had seen on his journey. He hung his head, and tears came into his eyes as he realized that he had been so eager to see something special, he had missed half of his journey there.

"Don't be sad", said the mother pig. "come, play with us for a little, and you will find the rest of the journey less hard".

And so the turtle played with the pigs, and felt the sun on his face, and resolved to listen harder for the small voice that was always in his heart, if only he would pay attention.

I am the light that shines over all things. I am everywhere. From me all came forth, and to me all return. Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift a stone, and you will find me there.
-The Gospel of Thomas



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Dec. 19th, 2008 03:20 pm (UTC)
So.... me sleeping in until after 9:00 this morning wasn't a bad thing? ;)

(This is the first one of these I've read and it's awesome! I'm going to go read the rest now!)
Dec. 19th, 2008 03:27 pm (UTC)
The first council's did us such a disservice by omitting Thomas. :> Thank you. In a way it is all beautiful, and it will All be All Right. ::hugs::
Dec. 19th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
Dec. 19th, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
I love these stories. You are amazingly creative and a talented writer.

Thank you.
Dec. 19th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
Yay turtle, Yay pigs.
This series has been great to read at work--thank you.
Dec. 19th, 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
Taking time to just be .... something to remember even when the holiday season is over.

Thank you for posting these stories.
Dec. 19th, 2008 04:24 pm (UTC)
Dec. 19th, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
Your turtle story is such a great stress reliever in the middle of the day! (Have you thought about turning his story into a book?)
Dec. 19th, 2008 04:54 pm (UTC)
Bob is attempting to seduce me into thinking about it. :)
Dec. 19th, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
Go Bob! >:)

(Now where did I put my Pagel? You make me want to read more Thomas!)
Dec. 23rd, 2008 01:22 pm (UTC)
This being a book is a very good thought. I think you have quite an audience and perhaps the world would be a little bit better if that audience were to expand.
Dec. 19th, 2008 04:34 pm (UTC)
I love this. I think you'd find a lot of interest in a book.
Dec. 19th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)
Well, even if you don't wind up writing a book, enjoy the seduction! (I'm sure Mama Pig would approve.)
Dec. 19th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
Once again, you brought tears to my eyes.
Dec. 19th, 2008 05:37 pm (UTC)
That was wonderful. Thanks
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
I am enjoying your stories. Thank you for sharing them.
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:54 pm (UTC)
Don't do it, turtle! The pig is an unclean animal, and therefore must be deceiving you into being late!
Dec. 19th, 2008 08:59 pm (UTC)
Pfft. What do people who won't eat crispy bacon and pork rolls know? ;)
Dec. 19th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you for spreading the holiday cheer - I know it is in short supply this year but you are generous, as always, with your portions!
Dec. 19th, 2008 08:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you
You've made my journey much easier this day.
Dec. 19th, 2008 10:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you. That is beautiful.
Dec. 20th, 2008 08:17 am (UTC)

You should really, really, really gather this all together, and with the pics, put together a children's book.
Dec. 20th, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
If you don't want to be a book writer right now this very minute, perhaps consider the option of letting it simmer this year, and next year when you set up the creche and write blog entries to satisfy your clamoring fans, do that round with an eye toward publishing.

One new draft a year?

And then you could make it a series. A different animal's journey and experience every year. Eventually you will have the full Rashomon Creche Experience, written and ready to turn into a screenplay, a brilliant stop action animation masterpiece that will become a Christmas classic which will make you richer and famouser than you already are.

This started as an encouraging thought without addiitional pressure. I think I missed my exit...
Dec. 20th, 2008 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I really needed to read that today.
Dec. 29th, 2008 06:31 pm (UTC)
like kass_rants I hadn't realized that there was more than one of them!

You should write this all up and send it to a publisher. Make a great picture book!
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