"Seasoning of the Witchling"

Experimental Writing Effect V

"I feel much better now," Rebecca said to Ruth, "What a relief not to have to worry about that Ryan a*****e anymore."  :)  

 

Ruth was a wonderful mom-like woman, with a great sancutary mini-ranch, and a mystical soul.  The way everything flourished and grew there, was so very nurturing in ambiance.

 

"Well I'm glad, Honey, you deserve peace," Ruth replied, "You're song for him should be be 'Out of Time' by the Stones."  ;)

 

As Rebecca had never heard it before, they pulled it up on YouTube and Rebecca was immediately satisfied.  Ryan was out of time, and dead and over with, finally.  He slowly became the furthest thing on her mind.

 

They read each other's Tarot cards.  Rebecca's and Ruthie's were right on the money.  Rebecca needed to watch her habbits of letting men suck all the fun and riches out of her, and Ruthie needed to become more patient with her productivity, and cultivate it. 

 

Then Ruthie grabbed her husband's guitar, out of nowhere, and tried to play it left-handed.  It was awesome, even though she didn't know how to play.  :)  

 

"Now you," Ruthie said, handing he guitar to Rebecca.  It was like passing a scepter.

 

"I don't know how to play," Rebecca stammered.

 

"Yes you do... you're soul does," Ruthie nodded.

 

Rebeccca examined the guitar a bit.  It felt good in her hands.  The iron smell of the strings (like when your hands have touched playground equipment for hours on end), the way her voice echoed inside slightly and resonated, shiny wood, and detailed, but simple mechanics.  She strummed it and began picking at the strings in an upward and downard pitch like, 1-2-3, 4-5-6, repeating over and over... kind of like the introduction to Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters."

 

"You have a real talent," Ruthie said.

 

Rebecca kept playing.  "I'm just inspired by Jewel."

 

...This was the place for real cigarettes, not an e-cig.  The Djarum Cherry burned wildly, as if approving of the new music.  Smoke and fusion filled the magical air.

 

"And you can slap that baby too," Ruthie said, taking it, strumming it and thumping her hand below the strings.

 

Rebecca laughed.

 

"If you're able to get the $100 gift card for Home Depot from Craig's List for the gold I gave you, we can trade you this... we can invest in more of our vegetation, and then you can play it in the meanwhile until you trade up to your saxophone."  :)  Ruthie said.

 

"Wow, thank you," Rebecca replied.

 

Motivated by the smell of freshly cut lilacs from Ruthie's bushes that adorned the computer table, Rebecca took the guitar back and played it some more, perfecting the Metallica intro.

 

"...I have an idea," Ruthie said, "Let's go out and feed the animals, and then get in the hot tub."  

 

"I could use the relaxation," Rebecca said.

 

"You can borrow one of my suits."

 

So they did just that.  The horse, the turtles, the cockatoo, the dogs (one with a painted blue tail), and the cat, all grounded and centered with food and nourishment.  Then the 2 ladies dipped themselves into a hot pool of boiling foam.  The trees silhouetted against the backdrop of the setting sun... then the blood red moon, rose huge and greeted the countryside.  From early sunset to the beginning moon-rise they cleansed their energy.

 

"You know, there's beauty in life," Ruthie began, "You deserve to live it and be it.  Allow it into your life."

 

Rebecca took it in and was willing to address the elegance of everything.  She breathed it in, and it smelled like spring.  Pollen and fresh cut, green grass.  Freedom and luster.  Pleasure, and leisure.  Beltane was also coming up, she could feel it in her bones.

 

The hot tub experience was so relaxing and enjoying.  Happiness is a dream, and being reborn.  She gathered.

 

"Now, little Witch, carry that knowledge with you wherever you go and in whatever you do," Ruthie said.

 

With a heavy sigh of relief and courage... 

 

So mote it be.