Joyful tortoises.

Seriously.  I’m not kidding.  Did you know tortoises can be joyful?

I didn’t.

I had no idea.

Until I read an article this morning.

And then my eyes were opened to the miracles of the animal kingdom.

That happens sometimes.  Not miracles in the animal kingdom (which are plentiful to be sure), but more that my eyes were opened.  Sometimes I know it seems that I walk along this path of life with blinders on, oblivious to the goings-on and shenanigans around me, too caught up in my own little world.  A little world that seems to revolve around a little someone who is growing exponentially and who, if I did not pay close attention to each and every second of each and every day, would appear to sprout in front of me and morph into an adult before I knew it.

Whew, did I ever digress this morning.

Let me see if I can get back on track.  Eyes being opened.  Joyful tortoises.  Oh yes.  Got it.

The quote goes something like this (that I read), and see if you can guess who uttered it.

“I’m the tortoise in the race–but I’m a joyful tortoise.”

Three guesses, and really, honestly, the first two shouldn’t count.  But I’ll let you take them if you must.

No, not Rick Perry.  Pretty much the CW is that he’s done for.  Someone already put a fork in him and decided, despite the spiffy new Clark Kent-ian, “I’m-really-smart-and-intellecutal-and-would-never-utter-OOPS-on-the-primetime-stage” glasses, he’s just not cutting the mustard.

And no, not The Donald, who has utterly destroyed the integrity of the Republican Party (now THAT’s something you don’t see often…the words “integrity” and the “Republican Party” in the same sentence…).

OK.  There’s your two guesses.  And I so gave it away when I brought up members of the GOP Clown Car.  Cause now you should be going through the Rolodex of Contenders in your mind–flipping through the myriad names–trying to alight on the one that could best be compared to a reptile.  Amphibian?

Oh ok.  I’ll give.


(Notice the exclamation point?  Love that.  As if we’re all fooled by the deletion of the accursed last name and the insertion of the PUNCTUATION mark.  What evs.)

Yep.  Good ol’ Jebbie compared himself to a tortoise.  BUT.  Not just a tried and true, stick-in-the-mud, boring old tortoise.  No way Jose.  He’s a JOYFUL tortoise.

Well now.  That should get him some percentage points in the polls.

You know, the polls that are being, well, polled, approximately 15 months before the election.  The polls that have The Donald in the lead and poor ol’ Jebbie not even making double digits.  That’s gotta hurt.  But maybe not.  He’s joyful.

Ugh.  A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was going through a very painful time in my life.  Joy was nowhere to be seen.  And anyone who used the word was anathema to me.  (This is in all seriousness, no snark now.)  I worked very, very hard to heal.  And I had a dear friend who bombarded me with “JOY” at every turn, in little ways that I didn’t fully appreciate until much later.  They were subtle notices and now, looking back, I can see that the Universe was working for good in my life.  For that, and for my friend who planted the seeds, I will always be grateful.  Eventually, color came back into my life.  The grays and blacks turned to bold slashes of yellow and purple, red and blue.  My life became…JOYFUL.  And I was able to use the word myself–in relation to myself.

Ironically, today, in my idyllic home, I am surrounded by literally hundreds of hummingbirds.  The hummingbird is considered by some Native Americans to contain the medicine of JOY.  My friend from long ago knew this and the hummingbird wind chime she gifted me with back then hangs today on my porch, its soothing sounds yet one more reminder of the very long journey I have made.

JOY is a very special word that holds profound meaning for me.  I am truly blessed to be able to say that I feel JOY in my heart.  It is a warm, fluttery feeling in the middle of my chest that sort of bubbles up and out.  (I spent a long time working with a homeopath during a very difficult time in my life.  She taught me how to identify the physical part of my feelings.)  Back to my JOY.  It is a delicious feeling that makes me giddy.  I can feel it course up through me and want desperately to be released, almost as if I could toss it out into the world and bless others with it.  Maybe that’s why the hummingbirds seem to sing to my soul.  They zing around, buzzing and chirping and acting as if they have not a care in the world.  Music to my ears.

And now, the word that makes me warm and fuzzy inside has been co-opted.  I’m not happy about sharing my JOY with Jeb!.  (Notice the exclamation point please.)

He can be a tortoise.   But he can’t be a JOYFUL tortoise.   He could be a HAPPY tortoise.  That would be fine.  Or a SMILING tortoise.  Or even a BLISSFUL tortoise.

But please Jeb!, don’t take my JOY.



About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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1 Response to Joyful tortoises.

  1. GWEN says:

    You are JOY but you are not a tortoise. He did not think this idea through in my opinion.

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