If you read my books you know in Book One Nokosee and I met when he was on a Vision Quest. The Everglades was on fire at that time and he took time off of his busy schedule during his Walkabout in the swamp to save my life. In Book Two, I had my own Vision Quest to prove I was New Seminole worthy. Both of ours began in a smoke hut where our prime directive was to seek out a vision to guide us on our way. As much as I tried, I was getting nothing except short of breath and lots of coughing. Nokosee on the other hand saw the above where a rainbow turns into lightning.
When I asked him if had seen me, too, you know, because of our fated paths and because of my nickname which is pretty "Stormy," he told me in his deadpanned Hollywood-movie-Indian-monotone-voice he resurrects everytime he tries to be funny, "You know, leetle girl,* it not always bout you."
"Oh, Nokosee, you're no fun," I said.
"Oh, daddy, you're no fun," Haalpate echoed.
Daddy almost laughed so I pressed on to see if I could make him.
"You mean you didn't see me at the end of the rainbow?"
"No, Holatte-Sutv Turwv. But I did see you at the lightning strike. Your mo was on fire and you were smokin'."
"Yeah, smokin hot."
"Yeah, smokin hot," Haalpate replied.
Nokosee and I both turned to our baby girl, now three, born in the Everglades with fire and death all around as the New Seminole fought for their lives. We looked at each other. He wanted to laugh. I did
But he did smile. Proudly.
*Leetle girl was what his dad Busimanolotome Osceola, founder of the New Seminole, use to call me when he wanted to put me down. Later it became a term of affection.
When I asked him if had seen me, too, you know, because of our fated paths and because of my nickname which is pretty "Stormy," he told me in his deadpanned Hollywood-movie-Indian-monotone-voice he resurrects everytime he tries to be funny, "You know, leetle girl,* it not always bout you."
"Oh, Nokosee, you're no fun," I said.
"Oh, daddy, you're no fun," Haalpate echoed.
Daddy almost laughed so I pressed on to see if I could make him.
"You mean you didn't see me at the end of the rainbow?"
"No, Holatte-Sutv Turwv. But I did see you at the lightning strike. Your mo was on fire and you were smokin'."
"Yeah, smokin hot."
"Yeah, smokin hot," Haalpate replied.
Nokosee and I both turned to our baby girl, now three, born in the Everglades with fire and death all around as the New Seminole fought for their lives. We looked at each other. He wanted to laugh. I did
But he did smile. Proudly.
*Leetle girl was what his dad Busimanolotome Osceola, founder of the New Seminole, use to call me when he wanted to put me down. Later it became a term of affection.
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