Wheel of Morality, turn, turn, turn

[butterflydreaming]

She with eyes downcast
Still finds beauty at her feet
knowing how to See

This morning, feeling that a long-ish walk would do me good, I walked to work along the waterfront instead of waiting for my connecting bus. By the trolley stop, I noticed a bit of polished purple in the dirt, which turned out to be an amethyst bead. It had friends.

Someone must have broken a necklace or a bracelet. 31 nice drilled tumble beads, 12 gold round beads, ground into the dirt. I spent a few minutes picking them out.