Happy Gobble Day!~

There is so many things I am blessed about in my life.  I don’t need Thanksgiving to validate a day to give thanks since everyday I treat my days in gratitude.  So it’s not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our Thanksgiving!~  From my home to yours Happy Thanksgiving 🙂

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Epilogue to Poco Celeste

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J’hara, Prince of the Woods made a comment to his all mighty sister of earth creations, “Two down sister and now this man will be her third.”  Brother and sister team sit in spirit form watching the half breed being romanced by a surfer on a beach in California.  J’hara would never tell his sister he had searched high and low to connect the perfect third man in the spirit talker’s life to become her husband.  He watches with hope for freedom to walk the earth once again as a tangible wolf racing beside the powerful Celeste while viewing the lover’s first kiss. At the age of twenty-nine, Celeste didn’t need potions or spells to have a man fall in love with her.  She had kept to her self all the time to focus on getting an education, and staying out of trouble. Many young men at college approached Celeste to date, but she wouldn’t give them the time or day to encourage a relationship. She endured the loneliness in pleasure without needing friends to venture into the night life scene for fun, and stayed true to her word never to let California change her naive spirit as long as she lived by the healing ocean with a book in her hand.

Since she loved the peaceful aura of water, she was tickled pink to have found a small guest house to rent off the beaten path near the ocean cliff side. Staying outside the hustle bustle beach life in shadow kept her from going into a culture shock. If she wasn’t in school, she secretly engulfed her every waking moment to feed homeless people of the night. Every other night she fed their hungry bellies in an abundance of cooked fish she hunted for the day, an in spy movements the earth girl stayed a mystery to the homeless Vietnam Veterans. Celeste never wore her Indian attire after the day she arrived California; however, she did change her earth fashion to wear dark flowing material to look as if she came from India to hide her Native American appearance when visiting the forgotten men of war.

Her heart weeps for the soldiers knowing political government is the cause of war vets losing their heads, and becoming non-function bodies to society; so she decided to become a quiet vigilante for the wounded soldiers since their horrific memories to kill left them unable to take care of themselves.  For many years she no longer was plagued by the spiritual secret voices inside her head. Her solitude life in beauty and peace is a dream come true for the spitfire until a surfer boy took a chance to bee line in secrecy to her private shore to surf the midnight big waves.   The stormy black evening brought large waves crashing down upon the night shoreline as Celeste leans against a rock drinking a bottle of red wine.  She giggles out to the dark skies with drunken delight to have her college degree as a Veterinarian.  She is thinking about leaving California to live in New Mexico to return back to her old ways of hunting and living one with the earth, when a surfer runs for the waves with his long board catching her interest.

“Me thinks brother that you’ve had a hand in my sweet daughter’s outcome in love?”  J’hara winced in hurt to hear his sister might know of his magical plans for Celeste.  Her all seeing orbs glow emerald green boring deep in his invisible spirit searching for truth. “She will one day soon step into her ordain path brother, and when she does watch the firework show.  For she will be more powerful as a Spirit Talker than I can express with her truth and justice attitude. I do say she has the right sacrasanct heart for my task.”  The holy spirit softens her gems upon her earth daughter, “I wish I could tell her how very proud I am; instead I can only shower her with positive energy for her rewards to stay one with my creations.  Tis amazing after the hardship she has endured as a child, she has stayed uncontaminated from foul energy.  Her tender trusting soul is simple, humble, and bears unconditional love without restrictions.  She has shown me many other strong traits I thought lost in mankind brother.”  Mother Earth silence her self for a few moments, and wisps her last words to her corrupted brother that became power hungry and failed.  “Hum…the education she has learnt in animals will grow and become a powerful asset for her future and earth.  She is a huntress not a warrior brother, so it will be your duty to protect her in the future.  I fear my corrupted children of this earth need her more now than ever; nevertheless, I will handle mankind’s intrusion for the time being to protect the folktales of my creation in this universe.   I will give her this time to bring life in our world, and meet her true soul mate before she takes her rightful place beside us.” J’hara wolf’s out, “So we wait another twenty some odd years?” His sister nods yes as he ads, “Should I stamp her ass with another heart?”  Mother Earth gives her brother and nasty glance, “Don’t you dare brother for this man will hurt her and doesn’t deserve the honor,” she spoke with authority and silently disappears leaving J’hara alone to watch the lovers kiss.

 

 

At the end of the line!

 

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After watching the sea shell return to it’s homeland she thought about the life she must create for herself.  “No more being a woods girl, I need to grow up and leave my weapons behind or I might find myself in a heap of trouble.”  The cowgirl hears laughter once again from the “Little People.” She gazes out into the fading sunset of light, and bellows out to no one but her ancestors, “Thank you Great Spirit, Mother Earth, and Lord my God, and to my spiritual Little People! I am bless to be here, give me the strength and courage in my passing days to become the person I am to become.” Celeste closes her eyes and felt the familiar breeze she knew so well in the woods of Ohio and Alabama, comforting her spirit while softly hearing whispering wind words of goodbyes. “I love every one of ya, I can’t never repay y’all for what ya have given me in my life at the end of my line.  I promise thou to make ya proud of me!  I only ask this one favor to please let me live in peace until it’s my time to be with Mother Earth,” Celeste’s tears of gratitude streams down her face as she spreads out her arms reaching up to the skies giving thanks to the heavens. The warm wind gently caress her face, making her hair fly out in the direction the wind blew, when she heard a faint whisper of a word….”Love!”  Knowing why it was said she replies, “I will love one day, but not today,” Spoken with wisdom she smiles with mischief while putting her slingshot back in place.  She takes a scan of water and earth before climbing down the cliff wall.  The last bit of light is fading into the horizon when she touches the soft sand with her feet, and hears the sound of a lonely wolf howl inside her mind.

Celeste didn’t notice the lifeguard watching in the distance with his binoculars. What he saw was an Indian girl who climbed a cliff wall with Indian attire and war paint adoring her skin.  Her long hair is flying with the wind when she steals the show of the setting sun. Feeling powerless, he couldn’t stop her from climbing the dangerous cliff.  He watched the whole scene unfold into an enchanting, unforgettable movie.  The sight was too magical on a beach in Santa Barbara not to share when he could have sworn he saw a ghost of a white horse and wolf stand next to the Native American on the cliff. The life guard immediately picks up his telephone to speak with his friend who is a movie producer in Hollywood about a movie idea with a Indian maiden. When she returns to her truck, she takes one more compelling deep breath of the salty air relishing in deep thought she completed her task.   She gets into her truck and turns the engine on when she is approached by a charming good looking life guard. “Are you an Actress?” the man stated with a smile and is in awe with her mysterious beauty.  She nods no with her head, “No I am Celeste Two Trees nothing more and nothing less.”  He grimaces to try and figure out her strange husky dialect, and then hands her a business card.  “My number is on the back if you would like to get a hold of me sometime.”  She giggles and thanks the blonde hair blue eyed boy kindly as he steps away from her truck.  The man’s eyes open wide to see the beauty’s different color of eyes.  She gives him a wink with her yellow orb and puts the gear into reverse. “Kiss Kiss,” she said to the life guard and heads back to the freeway to begin her new life in LaLa land. Chuckling to herself she ponders on the thought of becoming a movie star while searching out to stay in a hotel for a couple of days until she looked for a job.  She throws away the business card of Burbank movie studios and yelps out, “No one will write my story!”  She realizes with a smile on her lips California may give her opportunities in life; but will the state recognize before its too late that it was being invaded by a spiritual spitfire from the wooded lands of Ohio.

THE END!~

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This story was created on WordPress and will soon be in my editors fingers for publication.  Even though the title is Poco Celeste, the story will be part of my series to Slingshot and will hold the title of: “Slingshot Baby”  Kiss Kiss to all my readers who have been following this story from beginning to end~  It would make my heart soar to the heavens to hear your comments about reading Poco Celeste!~