Shaman

The Rogue Speaks:

Hungrily, he bit into the warm slice, and immediately his taste buds began to dance with delight. The crust was perfect, and the aroma of fresh herbs filled his nostrils. He had been looking forward to this meal !

Her garden had been bountiful this year, and the tomatoes, peppers, and onions were bursting with the old-fashioned flavor of years gone by. There was another flavor, however, that he couldn’t readily identify.

“What kind of pizza is this?” he asked, as the room began to shimmer and sway, and sparkle with strange lights.

“Oh, you’re tasting the mushrooms I bought from the old Indian man,” she replied.


What a great prompt Jenny has given us for Saturday Centus! Be sure to read the other offerings. I'm off to a Guild meeting, and of course, I'm late!!

p.s. The picture you see is labeled as Tony Grey Owl Native American Cherokee Shaman, from Facebook!

No credit was given to the artist, but I believe the painting is the work of Susan Seddon Boulet, who was a very gifted and spiritual artist.