The Driftwood Sea Turtle ©2026 Bobbie De Leon Write Into Wings  I was walking along the beach several years ago when I saw a piece of driftwood. It caught my eye because it so much resembled a large sea turtle; at least it did to me. I wondered if the sea turtle was still in there? Could he see and hear? Did he feel anything? Did he come to life at certain times? Had he been alive before? Was he an echo of a life from ages ago? I had so many questions, as this is how my mind

I had a love hate relationship with Easter growing up. Not because of Bunnies or the resurrection of Jesus. But because I was a tom boy who preferred mismatched clothes and shoes or jeans and a t-shirt to getting dressed up in an actual dress (with matching shoes) for church. I was a hyper, imaginative child who loved climbing trees and making up a whole world outside all my own. Easter Sunday involved dressing up as I mentioned above, and then sitting still (or trying to)...