Sophie sat there without a clue, or so I thought. She stared off into her own vision, in a trance that looked as though could not be broken. Spellbound, I thought. I wondered what she was thinking. Was it the hard rain sheets falling down from the sky in a diagonal form? Or, was she just lost in the Doors? The glass of Pinot Noir, with just a sip missing, assembled itself on the table, motionless. The pumpkins were nestled in a red-colored, porcelain leaf among a nine-candle holder displaying orange tea lights, burning a flame bright enough to light the room. The pumpkins each had a name, Lara, Sheila and Carlene. Sophie named them after a song from a reggae CD she had listened to at least a hundred times.
We sat surrounded by bright yellow walls and a large maroon-colored beam that ran across the entire room. She had an incredible collection of live plants from all over the world, and on the floor was an assortment of pillows of all colors. In the corner revealed a wine rack filled with empty wine bottles.
Sophie looked out thru the rain, out to the vast ocean that was her view. She did not surf, but she knew about weather and waves.
“Look at those lines,” she told me, “like marching horses.”
She was speaking about the wind on the water causing small wave-like grooves. I could not see “marching horses” but I nodded in agreement.
Smoke from the incense filtrated through the room and into out nostrils. It made winding turns in the air, like a road along the coast of California . With each bend it featured, the room grew foggier, foggy like my mind. I sat there waiting for Sophie’s next move. I was not sure how long it would take. I remembered a time where we sat like this for two hours. I was afraid to leave. I enjoyed and admired Sophie so much I could not abandon this time together. After having sat there that day, Sophie opened up with: “well…oh…my…I…didn’t…uh….um…what did you feel?”
What was I supposed to feel? Sophie was defiantly eccentric and ever so much more fascinating. I was amused, even if we sat in silence for a long period of time.
“So…” Sophie finally broke the silence.
A long pause stood among us. Was I to say something? Sophie was lost amidst a force much greater that one we can begin to imagine. She often spoke about how the sun and the moon were one in making our lives into beautiful revolutions. It was difficult to keep up with her vigor and vitality. I did not want to seem out of touch with nature and my surroundings. We sat there for the next few minutes in stillness and an unruffled serenity.
“So” Sophie started again. “Did you feel that energy?”
As I started to open my mouth my phone rang. AAHHHHH!!! I could not help to look down and see who it was. I unclipped the magnetic latch on my purse and my hand rummaged inside. I grabbed this annoying and horrifying sound and saw that it was my Mother. Sophie looked at me. I had to take it, it was important.
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