Sometimes the road can be cold and lonely. When I first started my journey on the road, I had no idea how or where I was going. With no money no job nothing but a backpack and a suitcase. I left the town I spent over 20 years in. Where my kids and family lived. My father had passed and my dogs that had been with me for 15 years passed, that town was full of so much loss that I knew as soon as I could Id be on the road with a small trailer, fixed up with my art supplies and computer so I could work and create while traveling across America. Ive always been a gypsy at heart. My children were grown and I was finished paying off my truck, when I lost everything I had in a hurricane. Insurance wouldn't pay even though I paid them for ten years, FEMA was no help, because I had Insurance. I was staying in park, because I didn't want to be a burden on my children. I started drinking heavily self medicating due to the pain in my body and soul. One night I did some magic mushrooms, it was a full moon, the mist was creeping slowly across the ground. Moonbeams streamed through the trees, I felt connected to every blade of grass, trees, the air. All my sorrow slipped away. I sat in wonder, as out of the mist, this Buck that had the biggest rack I had ever seen, came out of the shadows, his head held high as he sniffed the air, and snorted an all clear, as 10 or 15 does and fawns walked behind him. I sat there in awe as they grazzed in the moonlight, surrounding me, walking gracefully as they moved further away. He stood watch over them, his fur shimmered from the due drops reflecting the moonlight, he looked like a spirit, the white stag Ive read about. As he walked past me I thanked him, are eyes locked, there was a current of energy between us , my soul was filled with so much joy, that tears of happiness gently filled my eyes. I watched them until they faded into the shadows and the suns rays broke the mist away. I walked to where he had stood and pawed the ground, just to check for tracks to make sure he was real. As I knelt down to touch the disturbed grass and soil, I found my firsr Love letter from Mother Earth. A heart shaped rock. That is the day I knew that if I didn't leave that town then Id end up dieing there. So with mind made up I tossed a dart at a map and with the last bit of money I had, I bought a bus ticket out of that town, and began my journey. I carried that rock with me, and everytime I found myself being scared, or unsure of myself, I find a Love letter from mother earth. I eventually had to stop picking them up, rocks get heavy when you carry them in your travelpack. So they sit near the ocean, near a waterfall. Now I just take pictures, easier to carry.