Being human and all, I snapped, snarled and thrashed the other night.  A bunch of excuses and no reason.  Just being very human.  The next morning I knew I needed some spiritual solace, so I walked along the lake.

There, clustered right on the edge of the bank of the water, lulled by the soothing soft waves, were daisies.  Bight open full white and yellow full sun daisies gathered together soprano singing.  “Ha!” I said to them.  “You are never depressed.  You’ll never understand what I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean!” yelled out one of them choking down a chuckle.  “Look at me–I’m depressed!!” 

“Sure, sure.  Now you’re teasing me,” I said.  And a eavesdropping duck laughed out loud.

That was enough to remind me that my feelings are just the leaves on me.  I can bend in rain, but I don’t break.  I can succumb to seasons, but I am alive within Gaia’s soul forever.

Today I plan to be a daisy and tease the pouty human self out to play.  The glory of Gaia’s chorus serenades me eternally and my heart is an open and great-full audience.