She asked him to meet her at the gate, not because she was unable to open it herself…but because she felt that a king should greet a queen at the gates of his home…

Her books were packed along with a change of clothes just incase she decided to stay the night. Although she pretended that she had no intentions on staying over his place her decision to pack the extra clothes spoke a truth otherwise. It was an hour drive of watching the golden mountains glaze between acres of crops, cows, and half hidden cities that peeked out behind evergreen trees…occasional creeks and trails that drifted off cliffs…along with her mind drifting somewhere between 50mph up hill and speeding 80mph in a 6% 7mile downgrade zone. All while humming to the new Jhene Aiko song “ascension” featuring Brandy and swerving down every curve around Mt.Ashland. Her destination…him…or some familiar feeling of being desired.

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His humble place of abode was chained and gated keeping out wanderers that might maliciously stumble upon his family’s marijuana filled lot. His presence at the gate excited her. What lesson would she learn today from her mysterious lover and his shaman uncle…oh and their little (not so little) dog too. As they rode from the gate up the drive to the main house Dottie circled the van with excitement, wagging her tail and jumping up the side of the driver and passenger doors to get a closer look at her weekend visiting friend. After parking, Dottie was properly greeted by the driver with pats and “hello sweetie”.

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The two lovers of refined yet of undefined status did their normal awkward hugs and greetings. She admittedly never knows whether to hug him or to wait for him to catch up mentally with her presence. Mary has him forever stoned…she knows her place as second best with Mary forever being presently his number one. He hugs her with his thin unkempt frame and her body instantly relaxed against his as they both inhale Mary’s lingering scent from his breath.

They walked in the house together and commenced their ritual of silence with less awkwardness as he passed her the Mary that was already dripping from his lips…

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While he fiddled with cleaning and his morning chores she offered to help by dusting off the green fresh trims from the coffee table…no question in her mind about how he tended to his first chore of the morning…making sure he had enough weed prepped for the day…it was his priority before his normal functioning began. After gently handling his leftover coffee table mess she stepped outside to ground herself. Her mind always seemed to go numb being so close to Mt. Shasta. His family’s land resided on the back hills of Mother Earth’s first chakra. The root chakra…here is where she learns to trust herself and her journey.

He walks up behind her and hands her another joint, telling her to smoke it all at her own pace then he walks back into the house..now it’s just her and Mary…

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Mary has her in her zone now…high. She wanders between the house and the porch. He has reggae subliminally piercing subconscious messages of love and peace. She moves effortlessly rotating her hips awakening her root chakra…then moving with the breath of KA, performing a yoga sequence near the sacred sweat lounge on the land. The Shaman appears giving her greetings of delight and welcome as he lights his own joint attempting to moderate the lineage of a painful hangover. The cognac got him he says, only with an attempt to chase off the few beers he had with old friends the night before. She sympathized with retelling her own stories of her not so glorious battles with cognac. We are living out our own lessons, she agreed with the whispering voice in her head that told her not to judge a man by the challenges he has yet to conquer. She watched the old native Shaman struggle with an excuse to go back into town until he finally came up with one by midday…”to find car parts”…that kept him out all night and stumbling back in the next morn.

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Joint #3 &4 found it’s way in somewhere between her lover finding her warmed root chakra and his vegan taco prep…she liked her pico spicy she said…

She found a spot on the couch out beyond the steps. She liked this spot..it felt like he brought the hood to the mountains. She watched him carelessly climb each step with two cups of hot green tea. She puffed on the last of joint number ….she lost count…took a sip of her tea and followed his gesture to follow him to the marijuana plot. She watched him transform into a scientist as he pulled out his microscope and approached each plant with their own greeting and attentive needs…

He approached her… she stood over 6ft tall but he stood a strong parallel to her frame. He wanted to see her intellect and smell her growth but she resisted…keeping her crown high and aligned with the sun…he pulled her seemingly fragile leaves toward him with such intention and gentility that it made her trust him as she gave in bowing to him…her scent faint yet present. He gazed into her flower and with the breath of fresh burned ashes he whispered to her “not yet”…

He handed over the microscope to his curiously envious lover proceeding her inquisition about his actions…he guided her eye on what too look for…clarity, green, and amber. He would know Mary best. He told her many times of how Mary was the only thing he knew consistently from his days being raised in the hood to his days on the block, in the pen and till the here-and-now. He knew how to sell her gram by gram and explained how he now knows the science of how to make her precious and valuable beyond measure. He nurtures her essence from her seed to her smoke. He is embodies her spirit and she reveals to him her true colors…

To Be Continued…

 

 

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