Spirit

A Dinner of New Possibilities

"You're for keeps. There's nothing better than a Sunday spent lying with you."

-Heather Peace, "You're for Keeps"

3 months pass by like time doesn't exist. Sarafina and I are still practicing Wicca together, and her oblivious dad still has yet to pick up on it. She has come so far! She has already healed 25 students we found visiting the nurse's office with nothing but her spirit and aura. And she's read so much of The Book of Shadows.  She is practically finished with the book!

I have plans to celebrate Ostara with her on the 20th. Carol expects me to go shopping with her then, but I will be able to cancel. I can just tell her I have a "family thing." That excuse is the oldest one in the book, but it works like a charm every time. I even asked my pendulum if it would work on her, and I got nothing but positive answers. After all, I would much rather be worshipping the Earth with my true friend than bowing down to some Italian designer with my fake one. 

My mom is still dating Asher. They've been out to eat, they've been ice skating, and she's even gone to their house. Tonight, my mom and I are going to meet Asher and their kids. We will be going to a restaurant called, "The Soaring Eagle." It's in Orlando, which is pretty far from here, but worth the travel. 

"The Soaring Eagle" is one of the fanciest and most appreciated restaurants in all of Florida. They have marble pillars outside at the entrance, golden chandeliers hanging in every room, and silky lilac tablecloths draped on every table. They serve expensive meals like escargot from France, cocarezzi soup from Greece, geese marinated in curry spices from India, and sweet Belgian chocolate. I've also heard that the appetizers are all covered in Russian caviar. The customers are always dressed to impress in labels like Versace. It is certainly a wonderful place. 

This is my first time going to an expensive restaurant. I am so nervous about my presentation. I want to look amazing, but to be honest, I don't look very graceful. My hair is almost too curly to control. All of my dresses are hippy chic, not the kind you would wear to a fancy restaurant in Orlando. I don't own any pearls, which I'm pretty much expected to wear. And don't even get me started on my figure. My hips are huge, and my breasts are tiny. I'm way out of proportion. 

I go into the bathroom, and wash all the makeup I am wearing off my face. Every bit of blush and mascara I had on earlier is now resting on a white wash cloth. I take a look at my face in the mirror, and I want to scream. I have so much acne! My face is covered in big, red zits and tiny pink pimples. This is a disgrace. 

I run down the hallway into my mom's bedroom. She is wearing her laced black dress with loose sleeves and a train. She isn't wearing any pearls, but she does have on a rose quartz necklace. Her outfit isn't particularly "Soaring Eagle Couture," but her face looks beautiful. Her skin glows, and her cheekbones and jawline pop. Her lips are plump, and her lashes are long. She looks young and attractive. I wish my face could look like hers. 

"Mom, I'm having some trouble here," I say. 

She walks over to me, and puts her hand on my shoulder. Her aura is a dark red, which means she is clearly in love with Asher and happy to soon be seeing him. "What's going on, my dear?" She asks. 

"My face looks terrible, and I don't have any pretty dresses to wear," I say. 

My mom nods. She walks away from me, and toward her big brown dresser. She opens the top drawer, and takes out a glass bottle with a cork in it. It has a pinkish liquid inside, and is very appealing to the eye. She walks back over to me, and hands me the liquid.

"This is a potion of beauty. I made it from thyme and sage and rose water. A week ago, there was a full moon, so I left it outside and charged it with the energy of the Goddess. It might just come in handy right now, considering your situation," She says.