Omens and Meditations

So yesterday we were doing a walking meditation (my mind was vacillating between "We look like a line of zombies" and "As a New Yorker, this pace is too slow!" neither of which I would have felt comfortable voicing in that setting), and at one point I saw a turtle.  The turtle was ambling toward one of the corners of the quadrangle and disappeared into the shrubbery.

The Vietnamese consider seeing a turtle as good luck.  (When we gave feedback on our thoughts, I mentioned the turtle to my neighbor, who told me this and who turned out to be half Vietnamese.)