“You’re in trouble, trouble, yep yep.”


Celeste is deep in sorrow when the wind picked up in the forest.  She views leaves falling and rustling against each other as the wind blew its breeze throughout the woods.  She feels a strange power enter the forest, but doesn’t give sufficient attention to the essence of what is about to happen.  She is numb to all and full of anger when she begins to turn her back on the woods and head home.

“Stay,” she hears the gentle whisper of the wind speak to her; Celeste doesn’t listen, and proceeds to move forward stomping her cowgirl boots into the soft dirt.  Celeste is about to whistle for Chief her horse when she is slapped in the face by a mass of leaves flying all around the area. “Go away, leave me alone!  I don’t want you around me, in fact, I don’t want anyone around me any more so bug off,” she replies out in heated confidence as she swished her arms out to stop the foliage from striking her further. “You will stay Hialeah Elena,” the wind replies and then add’s more force to the blowing leaves.  Celeste stopped in her tracks, and is blocked by the sudden vision of a mighty leaf tornado erupting.  The swirling mass strengthens in power as many leaves began to strike Celeste’s body, she feels the strong wind begin to push her back as multiple leaf’s hit her face.  She fears not and begins to fight back, but the wind would not let her move forward.

Celeste covers her face from the piercing assault of the leaf’s, and tries to whistle for her horse.  She can’t produce the sound in time when a mighty gush of blowing leaf’s knock her off her feet.  She stumbles backwards, and falls hard on her rump. She recognizes she is being made aware of the powerful presence in the forest to listen and obey.  She widens her orbs, but does not fear what the Sam Billy hell is happening around her when a pretty little green fairy leaf stops in front of her face, and sang a tune in child like voice, “You’re in trouble, trouble, yep yep.”  Celeste had to blink her puzzled eyes at the force of the tornado and the little brave leaf many times until she was positive shit was about to hit the fan.  The leaf returns to the twirling mass, she watches the tornado form change into a woman’s figure.  Celeste quickly stands to attention ready to engage in war with nature.

Celeste picks up a defiance stance with her hands on her hips, and bellows out, “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you have to say spirit. You have doomed me to a life time of sorrow and hardship. I care no more about anything since you and God took the last part of my soul away. I’m tired of fighting to survive, I’m tired of all the bullshit I have endured.”  When Celeste spoke her last word, the leafy figurine erupted into a whirling agitated tornado. This time Celeste began to worry she had pushed the spirit too far with her nasty disrespectful attitude as she hears the thunder of leaves bark out wise words.

“Foolish child don’t be so quick to throw away the gift we give to thee. You disgrace your fathers with corrupted language. You are not the only one Hialeah who has ever felt lost in their hearts. Your forefathers and mothers walked the Trail of Tears and have seen worse than you have ever experience. You have walked this path to gain wisdom and understanding that you will change whoever comes into contact with your spirit of light. Do not waste what others have bestowed upon you carrier of the light, for you belong to the earth. Your attitude is repulsive to your wise grandfather’s teaching of being one with the earth. Perhaps it is you whose unworthy to bare the wisdom of life Child of the Light.”  She is stunned to silence as she witness the full force of anger the tornado produces as it darkens the skies with its venom.  She moves her eyes to and fro making sure she is not surrounded before she swallows her pride and speaks out with care.

“Right now I know I’m a horrible angry wolf; but, gosh darn it give me a freaking break here to maintain balance in my Topsy curvy life,” Celeste softly stated.  “No, the longer you wallow in your grief the harder it will be for you to return,” the tornado replies.  Celeste gives a few moments in thought and starts to feel her heart soften with understanding what a hateful and ungrateful wench she has become. She lowers yourself upon the ground and kneels on her knees asking for pardon.  “Forgive this foolish human who bares ignorance in life lessons.  From this day forward I will not be ungrateful again even with a broken heart, may I ask who are you?”

The same leaf escapes the tunnel of air and wiggles it’s nose before speaking to Celeste.  “We are called the Little People or Yunwi Tsundi, and we can take many shapes of life in the forest.  We’ve helped you as a lost child to teach your children what we have taught our children-that the Earth is our Mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls upon the sons and daughters of Earth. If men spit upon the ground then they spit upon themselves. This we know. The Earth does not belong to us Child of the Light, we belong to the Earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites one family. We do not weave the Web of Life; we are merely a strand in it. Whatever we do to the Web, We do to ourselves. Stay happy little one and always follow the light, for it will soften your heart and know that your grandfather awaits your arrival.”

All of a sudden the leaves fall to the ground in a heaping pile of colorful leaves.  Silence filled the forest once again as Celeste stands up from her knees.  She replies to the spirit people softly, “I will heed your warnings Little People and thank you for your wise words.”  Celeste scans the quiet forest and then whistles to call Chief.  It takes the draft horse a few moments before he is spotted by Celeste.  She pops on top of the huge painted horse’s back without a saddle or reins, and bolts out of the forest heading homeward bound to begin a new life with a better attitude.

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4 thoughts on ““You’re in trouble, trouble, yep yep.”

  1. The Yunwi Tsundi speaks words of wisdom. We should listen.

    That being said, the last time a leaf spoke to me i was smoking another kind of leaves !!! ROFL None the wiser though ! 😦

    By the way there’s a town in Florida nomed Hialeah. Been there once in errhhh… another century !!! 😛

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