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Winding straight roads and curves will always find you a home. Like her journey that week Ebbie Rose relied on ....well....., nothing. She existed only in her present. Somewhere, somehow she was finding her quiet place in her raging storm. The push that had been her driving force and measure of worth was subsiding as if by miraculous design.
And so on a little beach off a gravel path she found her there.
Armed with nothing but a towel, a bikini and a water bottle she ventured forth to explore the near secluded cove. God it's beautiful she thought and stopped. She was standing in an unaware state of pure happy. The combative din of her head ghosts were silenced unnoticed. In humility she stood before sheer wonder. She heard her grandmother singing..."Be still and know that I am god." She smiled "so this is heaven huh gran." She knew she was standing on an altar of no judgements and the stillness filled her soul.
Somewhere in the reverie of her wonder she heard an incongruous tin sound of an electronic transmission and a cackle between the break of the waves. She turned and was taken aback by what she saw. A little nut selling coconuts off an old wooden cart watching a video on of all things.... of course......an iphone..... she smiled.
Black as night, in a lime green Lilly Pultzer dress, with silver white hair down to her waist she looked like she'd walked off Lord of the Rings.
She was wrinkled as a newborn with a toothless cheshire grin and whiskey rumble. All she was missing thought Ebbie was the ears, and that was still out to the jury because they were hidden by her glorious hair. "God that's some head of hair"
Without looking up the old lady motioned her forward. She unconsciously complied. Between her very off colored scandalous comments to her people in the video she asked “What do you today”? Ebbie was taken aback into an invisible wall. The familiarity and the strength of the half spoken command was not what she was expecting, for she assumed she spoke little to no English. “You speak English” she stutters before she could reign it in. " What's the matter with you Ebbie Rose? cringing inwardly."Where's your manners? You sound like one of the children!" she chided inside. "Yes" the old woman says."Yes and I speak." Ebbie blushed." I speak English, Spanish, French and a little Patois. "Oh" sputters Ebbie Rose suddenly feeling as if she was walking nude on the beach. "I guess I'll have one of those" she motions to the coconut.
"Where you from?" asks the old lady. Ebbie open her mouth to speak but it was soon shut as the old woman reprimanded herself "Never mind don't answer that, here I go forgetting my manners. I haven't even introduced myself but already in your business. I'm Heloise Debourgh and you are?" she wipes her hand on an old rag and extends for a handshake." I'm Ebbie Rose ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you." "Oh no the pleasure is all mine" responds Heloise as they shake and she does a small curtsey. Both stunned by her impromptu curtsey were in absolute silence. And as the absurdness of the moment hits her Heloise erupts. An uncontrollable laughter throws her head back into a whiskey cackle and she all but howls to the sky. She loughs so hard and so boisterously it was childishly infectious. Ebbie caught unaware was soon in crumbles with her. "I've always wanted to curtsey but never had the right moment " bawed Heloise. They laughed till they were both in tears.Every time they came up for air they would start again, collapsing into mindless puddles on rocks behind the cart in near paralysis. Finally as the aftershocks eventually subsided and they stilled themselves, they lapsed into a quiet as old friends. The boundries were broken.
"So how about a coconut?" said Heloise quietly. Ebbie nodded. With the precision of a sharpshooter, machete in hand Heloise hacks the little sucker open in mere seconds. "You like our little piece of paradise.?" she hand her the nut. Ebbie responded between sips of the nectar "I'm in love, Oh my god this is delicious!" That bad huh?" Heloise chuckles. "it is beautiful" she affirms with a sigh cleaning her cutlass. "how did you find this beach? A local bring you here?" "No" ....Ebbie Rose was unashamedly draining the coconut dry. "I just drove and here I am." Here give me that now you're going to eat the meat. The jelly inside." said her new friend. And with another hack of her wand the coconut was split in two. "Now this is what you do with this little piece I shaved off the nut when I was opening it up. You going to use it like a spoon to clean out the jelly." Ebbie Rose follows her instruction and feels her toes curl as she inhales the molten cool lava of the coconut. She never came up for air until it was done. Heloise smiled. "You good?" Ebbie Rose laughed out loud..."I was a little piggie wasn't I? "Just a little" said Heloise. An easy quiet passed between them. It felt like love. "Do you know where here is? what this beach is called?" Ebbie shakes her head no still trying to get the juices off her face with her towel.
"Come help an old lady sit down and I will tell you a story." Ebbie suddenly felt like she was three about to get on her great Nanas lap waiting for her goodies. She loved stories and so she helped the now seemingly frail woman and sat.
"Ok" began Heloise suddenly looking her real age which was probably bordering into the realm of the unknown. I'll tell you a krick krack you may not remember and only time will tell if you do. Ebbie nodded enthusiastically a yes and no simultaneously because she so eagerly wanted the story she was afraid if she voiced she would remember it would stop the telling. But she needed her to know she was smart and Heloise laughed "you look like my grand daughter waiting for me at bedtime.
Ok so here goes...in our world a once upon a time is krick krack monkey break he back for a piece of pomerac.
There was the goddess of the land, sea and sky who tended the goodness of men and their hearts because she was the heart of all things, she was love. She was called O'win which means one. She was everything, she was everyone.
One morning she sat upon her rocks singing to her children. The moon Nuno was leaving and the sun Weju was rising. They each looked upon her and was happy. When she finished her song with longing in heart Weju said "I have loved you from the moment of being ..and she replied as I have loved you Weju. And Nuno said "I have loved from the moment before I began." "as I have loved you Nuno" she answered. "You cannot love us the same" they replied. "Yes I can, because we are one for I am O'win and I am one with you. Look as you stand right now both at the same hight at the same time neither coming but neither going you are one with me at this moment." "But you will love him more when I go because he is bright and fierce and without him you will not see your way, for I am only Nuno and you do not see me when you sleep." And Weju chimed in "I burn bright for but a moment and you hide when I am at my peak of day. You fear me and shun me when I'm most brilliant." O'win said, "I see you always Nuno even with my eyes closed for you are in my dreams and keep me safe in the warmth of your blue light. You are loved by one and therefore all. And I do not hide from you Weju but rather bask in the glows of your warmth and ferocity as I watch you from afar. You are loved by all because I am one. Instead of enjoying our oneness you waste time with imagined differences. This is a moment when you are the same but choose not to embrace each other. Your paths may not be the same always but there is a moment when they do cross but for a time because each purpose is different. Your strengths are different but hear me my children, do not strife with each other because I love you in entirety. Be still and know and in the know you will always feel my love." And so the moon and the sun embraced each other and that was our first eclipse. As they said goodbye, one to sleep, one to shine, O'win promised that all who have forgotten love will remember love when needed. And this place is called O'win. This is her beach.
Krick Krack.
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