therein_lies_my_worth lostgirl if beauty is the clear blue sky, backdropping the brilliant golds and oranges of autumn leaves fluttering in honest descent in preparation for their next journey....the necessity of nurturing mother earth.   what then am i perhaps i am the mud caked onto your work boots. that which bothers you when you walk, enough for you to want to discard me into the rushing stream you slosh through with intention of discarding me as filth. wash me away, go ahead, do it.  for you don't know that my purpose is far greater than merely clinging to your feet. for i may be mud, even dirty and seemingly unworthy.... but know this: i am earth, their mother therein lies my worth.   101017 what's it to you? who go blather from