The Bald Eagle

The Bald Eagle

Saturday, April 20, 2013


"Regenerate,"  whispered the wind. "Regenerate."

The water like a carpet under her feet, smooth and soft caressing the sole of her feet the young woman  looked down at what was happening beneath her and laughed. She saw shrimps gliding by, dolphins cruising under the water and fish with large and small heads and multi-colored bodies playing happily with one another.  Oh,  she thought.  If  only I  could rest for a while and take a little nap.

"Regenerate," whispered the wind. "Regenerate."

"Why can't you rest?"  The young woman looked to her right; her friend was standing beside her. " I believe it is time you regenerated.  You have made tremendous progress."

"But how? We are somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Besides, how far am I away from where I want to be. I have lost track of the time?"

"Well let's see. You started out when you were this high, and now you are this high; the lines in your face have matured."

"Really. You have grown more beautiful with age. At first you were a baby cub, now you are a mature panther."

The woman laughed aloud and said, "That's silly. Panthers don't walk on water."

"Oh really? Then why are you walking on water?"

"Sorry, maybe they can."

She changed the subject to thank him for his help. Was it five years back or maybe twenty. She was not quite sure anymore.  She only knew that the days had turned into years.

"Thank you for helping me a while back. I thought I was almost gone. That big wave almost drowned me."

"I would not have let it drown you."

"Why not? I made some significant mistakes and stopped when I shouldn't have."

"Oh my dear. I know that. I knew you were going to stop before you did."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad. In fact, I'm never mad when you reach out to explore. That's the inquisitiveness within you."

"Regenerate," whispered the wind. "Regenerate."

"Can we rest now? I would love to regenerate. I'm tired."

The guide picked her up, and she rested her head against his chest. "How far are you going to carry me?"

"To the palm tree."

"There's no palm tree in the middle of the ocean."

Her guide laughed as he pointed towards the sand bank with the palm tree.

"Does that look like water?"

The guide let her stand up to feel the sand under her feet. Surprised at the extravagance of the tiny island in the middle of the ocean, with one single, beautiful, green palm tree, the young woman fell to her knees and stretched herself out in the sand.

"Regenerate," whispered the wind. "Regenerate."

"Did you hear it?" She asked.

"Hear what?"

"The wind. It told me to regenerate."

"Yes, I heard it. Hungry?"

"Just a little. More tired than hungry."

"Then lie down on the sand and regenerate."

"I'd much rather reach the end, and then regenerate."

"But that is not good for you. Regeneration is like renewal."

"Will it make me younger?"

"It will make you wiser and prettier than ever before."

"And what will you do while I am regenerating?"

"I'll wrap the packages for the next part of your journey."

"What if I don't want any more packages?"

"My dear woman, you'll want these. You surely haven't come this far to turn around."

"No, I haven't." And the woman closed her eyes.

"Regenerate," whispered the wind. "Regenerate."

Pat Garcia


  1. So are you "regenerating" after your heavy schedule? Your body must be carrying on quite a conversation with you to inspire this word. Yes, one does need to relax and breath to regenerate the soul. Lovely post, my dear friend.

  2. Lovely post Patricia thank you so much! I can almost hear the wind whispering - the breath of God no less. You tell this story so well - thank you. Renew, regenerate, renew, hear the wind, lay on the sand ...
    Susan Scott's Soul Stuff

  3. I just don't know how you come up with such great ideas! I love how you do these things!

  4. This is exquisite, a real sense of life, death and renewal going on here.

  5. I like the mystical quality here. I feel like there are layers of meaning in this and I am not sure how much I am getting of it.
    However, I can say that each week when the Sabbath comes around I try to regenerate.

  6. That was beautifully written!!
    A to Z-ing to the end
    Peanut Butter and Whine

  7. This was outstanding--I loved it. and oh how I need to regenerate!!
    Love, Micki


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