Mother Earth

It would be easy for me to slip into a depression when I look at the way people are rushing about, the traffic, folks buying things they can't afford, frowning, quick to flip me off. I have to separate myself. I back off and let the speeding train go by. I look at the trees and pray for peace of mind. It works most of the time. I have my beading room. AC on and a fan, cold glass of lemon tea. Red Rose. I get to pick out the beads to make a new necklace. I become lost in a dream like world as I look at all the beautiful polished rocks that came from the Earth and the Sea. I thank the Great Spirit for this gift. As the rest of life speeds by.