Home Is Where You're Happy
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Like most people in the Western hemisphere, I have spent a lifetime discovering that where you get to live & call "home" has a lot to do with how much money you have...have access to...and earn. And certainly being able to consistently afford a roof over my head (plus varying amounts of food in the fridge) is a reality I've fought hard to maintain while also trying to remain true to myself. But in looking back over decades of what fascinates me as a storyteller, I find I have made a lifelong study of trying to distill the intangibles that embody what it really means to feel "at home" on this crazy, ever-evolving planet of ours. To feel at home in my Soul.
Cristina Salat
As a woman of the wind, I have enjoyed years navigating the urban jungles and deep blue seas I call home.Website: https://cristinasalat.wixsite.com/website Eclectic e-store: https://livefromthevolcano.ecrater.com/
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Home Is Where You're Happy - Cristina Salat
Home Is Where You're Happy:
A Collection of Stories, Essays & Life Snippets
Cristina Salat
Green Flame Omnimedia
Except within non-fiction essays, names, places, characters, and businesses are inventions of imagination; and within the author's personal essays, some details have been fictionalized to protect privacy. Any similarity to real people, places, or things living or dead should be considered coincidental.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015959633
Salat, Cristina — 1st Green Flame Omnimedia edition
Home Is Where You're Happy: A Collection of Stories, Essays & Life Snippets/Cristina Salat
Summary: A collection of short stories, non-fiction essays & life snippets exploring the topic of home
from author/editor/filmmaker/tropical artist sanctuary founder Cristina Salat.
Print edition:
ISBN-13: 978-1519661173
ISBN-10: 1519661177
E-edition ISBN: 978-1310873133
1. Home — Fiction
2. Family — Fiction
3. Race Relations in America — Fiction/Non-Fiction
4. Environment — Fiction/Non-Fiction
5. Gay Rights — Fiction/Non-Fiction
6. Indigenous Peoples — Fiction/Non-Fiction
7.Women — Fiction/Non-Fiction
8. Relationships — Fiction/Non-Fiction
9. Ethical Evolution — Fiction/Non-Fiction
© 2015 Cristina Salat
Contact the author: http://creativecornucopia.miiduu.com
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title
Copyright
Introduction
Going Home
The Big Hair Room
Witch Work
This Ship Called Earth
Who Will Lead
Rabonchone
To Be Honest
America The Beautiful
Nameless
Say Goodbye To Dana
Hungry Wolf & The Three Capable Femmes
He Said, She Said
Writing For A Living
Hawaii: Heaven or Hell?
How To Get Your Life Working When It's Just Not?!
Stentor
User Friendly
Into Darkness Unafraid
God
Excerpt: The Skin of Water — Defending The Dreamcatchers novel
About The Author
INTRODUCTION
Like most people in the Western hemisphere, I have spent a lifetime discovering that where you get to live & call home
has a lot to do with how much money you have...have access to...and earn.
And certainly being able to consistently afford a roof over my head (plus varying amounts of food in the fridge) is a reality I've fought hard to maintain...even while trying to remain true to myself by, for example, choosing to not accept a well-paying writing (!) job, fresh out of college (!) with a company aiming for increased cigarette sales to third world countries.
But in beginning to look back over decades of what fascinates me and which flights of fancy have taken wing, I see I have made a lifelong habit of trying to distill the intangibles (beyond income, dwelling, neighborhood) that embody what it really means to feel at home
on this crazy, ever-evolving planet.
To feel at home in your Soul.
From Going Home
— one of the first stories I successfully submitted for paid publication (perhaps life as an author would turn out to be in the cards for me?! Yay!) — to Rabonchone
— a humorous tale about locating love and one's soulmate in these oddest of technological times — Home Is Where You're Happy has been born through years of my where IS home? detective work.
Whether you, dear reader, are currently living your sweetest version of home, whether you are still looking, may this collection be a cup of comfort and cheer for your perfectly evolving Soul.
With aloha,
Cristina Salat
December 2015
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GOING HOME
We were let off on Interstate 55. The shadows had deepened. I decided it would be a good idea to stop for the night. We climbed off the road a ways, behind some bushes. Peering through leaves, I could still see the cars flashing by, but they couldn't see us. That was good. No more hassles tonight.
I unrolled our ratty old blanket and spread it across a soft patch of leaves and undergrowth. Jason was still seated on the uncovered tree root where I'd plopped him. I shrugged off my green army knapsack and picked him up.
We're going to stay here tonight, Jase, won't that be nice? The states are so warm now, we hardly even need blankets anymore. Yes siree...
I sat down, him in my lap. Pretty soon we'll be home.
The thought made me shiver.
Jason's head was tilted back at an unnatural angle. Sometimes he holds it upright by himself, but when he's tired he can't. I shifted him around and gently moved his head so it could rest on me. I hummed and rocked back and forth a little so he could fall asleep.
We're going home Jason,
I sang quietly. All around us crickets made night noises. ...home. Can you believe it?
I lay back, Jason snuggled in by my collarbone, and pulled part of the spread blanket around us. The chill of winter was still in the earth though June was approaching. But with good connections we should hit the farm by around three tomorrow; no more sleeping at roadsides.
Oh God...
If only he'd forgive me for leaving the way I did, sneaking out in the dead of night, a note trying desperately to explain, once again, how I felt. I know I hurt him, something I never wanted to do. If I could do things over I would try harder to make him understand, but I wouldn't erase the years I'd been gone, even with all the mistakes I made. The world was OUT THERE. I had to explore it for myself.
Please see that, Daddy. I had to find out if something was out there waiting for me. Don't hold it against me. I ran away with Jeff to make a somebody of myself, so you'd be proud...but I'm coming back with nothing.
No, not nothing.
I have Jason now.
I know he's not what you'd have picked for a grandchild. He'll never follow in your footsteps and build up a farm single-handed, but he's got the sweetest smile and he tries so hard.
We awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping. The woods were coming alive and I threw off the blanket and stretched, my neck stiff. I cracked it and pushed my long hair behind my ears. Then I bent down and shook Jason gently.
Wake up sleepyhead...rise and shine.
I used to worry because he wakes so slow.
Sometimes I thought he'd died in his sleep. I'd be so scared, I was afraid to touch him. But that's just his way. He's a lot tougher than he looks. Come on, Jason, wake up...open your eyes. Mommy's hungry; she can't wait all day for you to come back from dreamland!
Eventually he opened his eyes and stared at me foggily. I kept stroking him and talking so he'd know he was safe until he fully woke up.
Mommy is absolutely starving!
I smiled. What say we hit the road and get ourselves some grub?
He caught the light tone in my voice and grinned. I helped him up and quickly shook out and rolled up our blanket. My mouth felt dry and sticky, and did we ever need baths! But somehow I felt optimistic. I hoped the feeling would last.
It'll be okay,
I told Jason, reaching for his hand as we climbed through the bushes and down onto the roadside. You'll see.
That early in the morning it was hard to get a ride, but I didn't mind walking. I let Jason walk even though it took longer. The exercise was good for him and he was getting better at it. His left foot didn't seem to drag as much anymore, and he stumbled a whole lot less. He kept his eyes glued to his feet, concentrating, and I encouraged him.
Jason, you walk so good now! Wait till we show Daddy, he'll be so impressed with you, he'll look at you and say...
I lowered my voice to a rumble. What a fine young man I have for a grandson. Why I'm just tickled pink my grandson is such a special little boy...
I sure hope he'll say that, I thought.
A few cars whizzed by and Jason faltered, jerking his head upright to see what was making the noise. I held his hand tightly and sang to him. He gets scared when he can't see what's going on. It took him so long to learn to walk. He has severe tunnel vision, among other things, so when he concentrates on moving his feet that becomes his whole world. A noise from the outside world, like a passing car or an unexpected shout, terrifies him.
Eventually we caught a ride just south of the Tennessee line. The trucker was an old guy with leathery bronze skin and a smelly cigar. I checked him over carefully before accepting the ride. Down here, a careful eye can usually distinguish a pervert from an okay ride. He checked out okay.
When we stopped for gas I took Jason to the tiny, dank bathroom around back and tried to clean us up some, rinsing through our hair and combing it neat, splashing our faces and armpits with cold water, and even washing Jason's feet. I couldn't do much about our clothes but we did look slightly less grubby.
I had Jason seated on a sink. A little spittle was dribbling from the corner of his mouth. I told him sternly, Now Jason, don't you drool when you see Daddy. I know you're dying to meet him, but that's no excuse. I doubt he'd take kindly to you drooling on him, what with you being four and all!
Jason grinned as if he understood me. Maybe he did.
We squeezed out of the cramped bathroom and climbed back into the cab of the shiny, 18-wheeler.
Ready?
the trucker drawled, soggy cigar hanging from chapped lips. I nodded, losing my appetite for the moment. I hate the way cigars reek.
He lurched the truck into first gear and laboriously guided it away from the gas station, onto the interstate. Once we hit the smooth straightway, the monster settled down to a steady grumble and I tried to relax as the lush greenery native to this part of Mississippi whizzed by. It wasn't easy. My nerves rattled with each lurch of the truck, and my eyes watered from the smoke that clouded the cab.
The radio cackled with bursts of static every once in awhile as some country singer twanged away on his guitar and wailed about love gone wrong. My mind raced and I was having trouble breathing.
You have to calm down,
I told myself, rolling down the window to gulp in some air.
I tuned out the music grating from the tiny black speaker and let my thoughts drift back to Jeff. I can think about him now without acute pain.
He was my freedom and my anchor. Just like my dad, to me, he was perfect. I don't think there was anything significant about him that I