“Yield, Prophet, before the next wave.”
“Whatever for, Child?”
“You’re moving much too fast.”
“Let the waves carry you.”
“I don’t want the waves to carry me, so yield.”
“Step on the waves and pick up your momentum.”
Reluctantly, The Child obeyed and stepped on the waves and came up beside The Prophet.
“That you know, Child.”
“You tell me. Why are you stalling?”
“Everything’s coming at me.”
“Not everything, Child.”
“And what if I decide to yield?”
“The compiling exigencies will force you to handle.”
“Prophet, what are exigencies?”
“That too you know, Child.”
“I need to yield for a moment.”
“You don’t have a moment.”
“But you said…”
“Look, see the land ahead. Isn’t the coastline beautiful?”
The Child closed her eyes to the beauty of the coastline.
“Open your eyes, Child.”
“I don’t want too.”
“I thought you told the lily pad, Mr. Whale, and Mr. Eagle that you’d see them around the bend.”
“Then let’s go around the bend,” said The Child.
“The way around the bend leads through this territory.”
“Isn’t there another way? Can I yield and check out my bearings?”
“Your bearings are correct.”
“Going this way, how long will it take me?”
“How often you yield.”
“You mean it’s possible to yield here?”
“Of course, it is. Many travellers have been persuaded to yield; self-debasement, self-hate, self-pity, self-deception, self-complacency, self-reproach, self-criticism and their friends have prevented many from getting around the bend.”
“Oh. This looks difficult.”
The Prophet chuckled and began skipping from wave to wave, spattering The Child with water.
The Child broke out into laughter and playfully spattered him back.
“If I don’t yield,” she said between chuckles, “What happens, Prophet?”
“I’ll meet you around the bend.”
Lovely Patricia thank you! Such a strong word, yield. We can yield to far greater things than self-pity , self criticism and all the ones you mention. We can yield and be be flexible and open and loving, learning and compassion and be who we are -ReplyDelete
Yes indeed, Susan. I like that, "yielding to be flexible and open and loving, learning and compassion and be who we are.Delete
Thank you, My dear.
Here again, Patricia, I am reminded of myself in The Child: I allow all that habitual thinking to become boulders in my path, when the beautiful shoreline is right there in sight.ReplyDelete
Thank you reminding me and waking me up.
You're very welcome, my dear and thank you for waking me up to a lot of things that my eyes could not see.Delete
Very well put Susan and our little Child! I am really not looking forward to Z as this signals the year end of these morning musing. sniff sniffReplyDelete
My Dear Liz,Delete
Thank you for your loyal support and your friendship. I sincerely hope you get the chance to read my Z post. It is my first soliloquy and the way that I decided to close out this year's challenge.
If you get the chance, please let me know what you think.