The Bald Eagle

The Bald Eagle

Friday, April 3, 2015

Cruising



“Can I change the course?” The child asked.

“Of course,” said The Prophet. “But why do you want to switch your course?”

“Cause we’re going in the wrong direction.”

“How’s that Child?”

“Well, the white house I’m seeking is over there, in front of me. It’s before my eyes, and Mr. Whale keeps moving away from it because he’s floating westward instead of northward.”

“Mr. Whale is cruising correctly, Child.”

“No, he’s not,” The Child said and sat up from where she had been lying, on Mr. Whale’s back, and caught hold of his dorsal fin. “There’s nothing wrong with my eyes. You just want to prolong my journey.”

“For whatever reason, Child?”

“Can I change the course or not, Prophet?”

“Of course, you can.”

“Are you going with me?”

“I haven’t taken a walk on the water since we left the cove. I think I’ll take a walk.”

“Then, I’ll leave the lily pad here and see you there. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Sure, Child.”

She tweaked Mr. Whale’s dorsal fin; he turned and started cruising northward with her on his back.

“That’s funny, Mr. Whale,” The Child said after she’d been cruising on his back for hours. “The more we cruise toward the house, the more it disappears.”

The sun began to set; the starless sky darkened; the ocean waves roared, and Mr. Whale stopped cruising.

“Are you tired, Mr. Whale?” The Child asked. “Me too. I have no idea where we are.”

“Child?”

“Prophet, where are you?”  The Child shouted.

“On your starboard side, Child, walking westward.”

“But how can that be?  Mr. Whale and I were going northward.”

“Child, I haven’t changed my course. You have just cruised toward me.”

















Shalom,
Pat Garcia



16 comments:

  1. I enjoy reading your posts, even if I don't always leave comments.. I'm also in Germany, have a good Good Friday Pat!

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    1. Hi Diana,
      Thank you so much. You've made my day. Sometimes, I think no one is out there reading it, yet I continue to write because that is an innate gift within me. So thanks so much. You put a smile on my face.

      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  2. I love the metaphors of the child and the whale Patricia, thank you so much. Honestly, I'm there with the child or as the child on the back of the whale asking or all those questions .. but somehow, I know all will be well.

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    1. My Dear Susan,

      Thank you. It is so nice to hear that my metaphors are provoking images.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  5. You have captured my attention with your ongoing story by letters. I am curious now to see where it goes.

    I'll return periodically to catch up.

    I am a fellow a-z challenged blogger.

    Be blessed

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  6. Uh-oh. These things happen. Sometimes we choose to learn from our own experience rather than from those of others.

    Love these stories and your descriptive, imaginative prose. Thanks, Patricia

    Shalom,
    Samantha.

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    1. Thank you so much, my friend, for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
      Love you.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  7. Interesting, engaging dialogue. I like the journey, the choices, the ultimate destiny.

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    1. Thank you. It is an interesting journey for the child and thanks for the compliment on the dialogue.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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  8. I was wondering what she child was singing about yesterday, and today I am so anxious to see what adventures this anxious child will be getting into in this series! I am sure the watchful Prophet will keep the child out of mischief! I am so excited to read more each day!

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    1. That song was a song from her heart. It had no special words or meaning for anyone except the spirit that lives within her.
      Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I really appreciate it.
      Shalom,
      Pat

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  9. Like with the picture of the puddle/heart at the waterfront. We choose our own direction or see what we want to see, until we learn our lesson. Thought-provoking post. Thanks Pat.

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    1. So, is it my lady. We can never shirk responsibility. It comes at us and we make a decision, but we have to also live out the consequence, and that can be nerve wracking.
      Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
      Shalom,
      Patricia

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