A Silver Belt
I had wandered into a small Indian shop in the foothills of the Sierras in Northern California and struck up a conversation with the Native American woman who owned the shop. My own Modoc Indian heritage and love of Indian jewelry prompted me to tell her of the pain I suffered when my mother's silver Navajo concho belt was stolen. My mother had worn it almost every day of her life. It has passed on to me when she had passed through the arch of life to the other side.
I remember as a small girl putting my arms around my mother's waist and feeling the warmth of her body through the silver platelets. Having her belt gave me great comfort after her death.
As I talked with the Indian woman, I could sense her empathy. But when I finished expressing my grief at having lost the belt, her message was not the one of sympathy I expected. What she gave me was a new beginning and an insight into my mother.
"Remember," she said, "the true gift you were given was things of the spirit. Don't ever cry over things that can't cry over you."
My mother is not a belt. My mother is reflected in the woman who now stands in her place - me. My true heritage is the talents and strengths that she left to me. I no longer cry over things that can't cry over me. I cherish the fortitude and the love a woman left to me.
Friends and Smiles
There are two things in life,
We never have enough of;
The first is friends,
Those close we trust and love.
The second is the great big smile,
That starts deep down inside;
To brighten each new day that comes,
And make life a joyride.
Itís because of the smile we share,
And pass along to others;
That makes us who and what we are,
By touching those it covers
Our smile sets all of us apart,
From those who wear a frown;
Attracts those we want call our friends,
And each adds a star to our crown.
So next time when we meet someone,
That we want for a friend;
Start by being genuine,
With smile thatís not pretend.
For friendship starts with that same smile,
And really is our choice;
Itís true that people are drawn to,
Sound of smile in our voice.
Friendship isnít just a debt,
To someday be repaid;
Our smile just makes it easier,
To add to friends weíve made.
Friends and smiles go hand in hand,
The two are intertwined;
For smiles will warm us deep inside,
Our friends will treat us inkind.
Have a great day!
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