Dona Isabella: Part 2

I’d almost forgotten about the vision/encounter until a few months later. One cold, snowy February, I was sitting at my bay window looking at the whiteout snowstorm. Suddenly, a hummingbird flew to the window and poised beating its wings furiously. How can that be? The hummer will freeze to death. I took a closer look and recognized in the pinched face the same little old lady Indian who had been in my driveway.

“Chica,” she squeaked. “I gotta tell you I’m getting impatient hovering around in the snow waiting for you to write a series of books about me and my inheritor, Issy Castillo. I ain’t waitin’ much longer.” Then it flew off.

Then and there I vowed to write this mystery novel series about Issy, including her spirit guide, and ancestor, an Indian herbalist from the Taos Pueblo. She talks like a raspy 1960’s rocker/hippie, but the words of wisdom she communicates to her inheritor are priceless. When I open a file on my computer to write about her, I swear Dona Isabella is dictating to me rather than me doing the writing. More in my next entry.