candles and wonderful handmade crafts lining beautiful wooden shelves. A peaceful and pleasant feeling engulfs her senses as she searches through some wonderful light scarf wraps.
Choosing a deep purple with a lotus flower pattern to purchase, she spends some time smelling the oils, candles and incense sticks. Amber loves the spicy combination of cinnamon, cloves and vanilla, and picks out a candle to warm up her kitchen and make it her own.
Taking her purchases to the counter she finds herself looking at one of the most beautiful women she has ever seen. Tall and tan, her long black hair pulled back from her face with one of the silky scarves, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, she looks like an Indian princess.
The striking bright teal sundress she wears has a long flowing skirt that appears to be made of the lightest fabric. She smiles a tremendously infectious kind of smile and Amber smiles back handing over her purchases. As their hands brush together, their eyes widen and a surge of energy flows between them.
They both respond by immediately pulling back. Amber stares at the woman in silence.
" You have the gift!" The woman says, no question in her voice.
"What gift," Amber responds, "I’m not sure what just happened."
"The sight, you have the sight, but you do not look like you have the blood?" This the woman says with a questioning tone.
"I don't know anything about my blood; I am adopted." Amber replies, feeling completely out of sorts.
"I think I have been waiting for you. Sorry, how rude of me, my name is Rissa but most people just call me the gypsy chick. People come to have their cards or palms read, or for herbal remedies for their ailments.
I am really good with herbs and plants. I also make a great cup of coffee, would you like one?" The lightness of her tone is soothing.
"Actually, that is what brought me into your shop in the first place, I was hoping to find an iced mocha, you are anything but rude, and my name is Amber."
Amber and Rissa sit down to enjoy their mochas allowing the awkwardness of their meeting to fade away. Finding themselves falling easily into conversation, Rissa is back to her smiling and relaxed self, and Amber feels immediately comfortable with this charming woman. Amber asks Rissa if she knows any local businesses which might be hiring.
Rissa, smiling even bigger, says, "well you have come to the right place. I was hoping you were looking for work, I could use a hand running the coffee shop in the mornings, and the shop for a couple hours every afternoon if you’re interested. I can only guarantee around thirty hours a week, but the pay is pretty good, since the locals are great tippers."
"That sounds great ," Amber replies. Deciding on a Monday start date, they part ways with a hug. Sometimes people just click; Amber returns home with a smile on her face and a hopeful heart. The day has flown by and she feels full of hope, and sure that this day could not possible get any better.
While she was out for the day, the service men took care of the pool area, cleaning, inspecting and installing lights and covers to keep out any more unwelcome visitors.
Feeling much more secure now that these measures have been taken, Amber embarks on her first venture into the spectacular garden pool. The glowing blue light under the water clearly showing her she is alone to enjoy her bowl of decadent brownie chunk ice cream and soak away any tension remaining in her body. The cool water of the pool is a sharp and invigorating contrast to the delicious warmth of the whirlpool and she fully partakes of both pleasures.
Laying her head down on the soft feather pillow, she instantly falls into a deep sleep. The warm soothing waters have done their job. She feels safe, secure and happy for the first time in many years.
This is far better than living on the streets of Seattle, where she has been the last couple of
Choosing a deep purple with a lotus flower pattern to purchase, she spends some time smelling the oils, candles and incense sticks. Amber loves the spicy combination of cinnamon, cloves and vanilla, and picks out a candle to warm up her kitchen and make it her own.
Taking her purchases to the counter she finds herself looking at one of the most beautiful women she has ever seen. Tall and tan, her long black hair pulled back from her face with one of the silky scarves, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, she looks like an Indian princess.
The striking bright teal sundress she wears has a long flowing skirt that appears to be made of the lightest fabric. She smiles a tremendously infectious kind of smile and Amber smiles back handing over her purchases. As their hands brush together, their eyes widen and a surge of energy flows between them.
They both respond by immediately pulling back. Amber stares at the woman in silence.
" You have the gift!" The woman says, no question in her voice.
"What gift," Amber responds, "I’m not sure what just happened."
"The sight, you have the sight, but you do not look like you have the blood?" This the woman says with a questioning tone.
"I don't know anything about my blood; I am adopted." Amber replies, feeling completely out of sorts.
"I think I have been waiting for you. Sorry, how rude of me, my name is Rissa but most people just call me the gypsy chick. People come to have their cards or palms read, or for herbal remedies for their ailments.
I am really good with herbs and plants. I also make a great cup of coffee, would you like one?" The lightness of her tone is soothing.
"Actually, that is what brought me into your shop in the first place, I was hoping to find an iced mocha, you are anything but rude, and my name is Amber."
Amber and Rissa sit down to enjoy their mochas allowing the awkwardness of their meeting to fade away. Finding themselves falling easily into conversation, Rissa is back to her smiling and relaxed self, and Amber feels immediately comfortable with this charming woman. Amber asks Rissa if she knows any local businesses which might be hiring.
Rissa, smiling even bigger, says, "well you have come to the right place. I was hoping you were looking for work, I could use a hand running the coffee shop in the mornings, and the shop for a couple hours every afternoon if you’re interested. I can only guarantee around thirty hours a week, but the pay is pretty good, since the locals are great tippers."
"That sounds great ," Amber replies. Deciding on a Monday start date, they part ways with a hug. Sometimes people just click; Amber returns home with a smile on her face and a hopeful heart. The day has flown by and she feels full of hope, and sure that this day could not possible get any better.
While she was out for the day, the service men took care of the pool area, cleaning, inspecting and installing lights and covers to keep out any more unwelcome visitors.
Feeling much more secure now that these measures have been taken, Amber embarks on her first venture into the spectacular garden pool. The glowing blue light under the water clearly showing her she is alone to enjoy her bowl of decadent brownie chunk ice cream and soak away any tension remaining in her body. The cool water of the pool is a sharp and invigorating contrast to the delicious warmth of the whirlpool and she fully partakes of both pleasures.
Laying her head down on the soft feather pillow, she instantly falls into a deep sleep. The warm soothing waters have done their job. She feels safe, secure and happy for the first time in many years.
This is far better than living on the streets of Seattle, where she has been the last couple of
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