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Saturday, April 9, 2016

Hemisphere, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet




The Southern Hemisphere was warm.  The sun shone.  The sun rays darkened the ocean floor.  The child sat in the middle of Lily Pad. She missed hiking through the countryside with Mr. Raccoon.

“What’s on your mind, Child?”

“Nothing.”

The Prophet sat on the edge of Lily Pad and observed her.  That she had to say goodbye pained her but she needed to put the goodbye behind her.

“Look out at the Southern Hemisphere, Child. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yes,” The Child mumbled. “I wonder what Mr. Raccoon is doing.”

“Probably looking for a home.”

“Will he find one?”

“Sure, he will.”











The Child sighed.

“I’m lonely out here on the water.”

“I’m here, Child.”

“But you disappear and Mr. Raccoon was always there.”



“Look, a visitor is coming our way.”

The Child looked at the restless sea. Something was stirring up waves making them move toward them.

“What is it, Prophet?”

“Why don’t you go see?”

“You want me to step out on the ocean?”

“Yes. You’ve done it before. I’m here if something happens.”

“But I don’t know what’s out there.”

“That’s why you’re going to see.”

The Child stood up and put one foot on the water and then the other. Although she hadn’t walked the water for a long time, she didn’t go under.   She turned to tell The Prophet, when under her, something touched the bottom of her feet and flipped her high up in the air.

“Eeeeeek! Prophet, help me!” She screamed as she went up in the air.  She closed her eyes hoping The Prophet would catch her as she came tumbling down.










“Eeeeeek! She said and landed on a big black slippery hide. “Mr. Whale, it’s you.” And she hugged him as she cried out of joy.

Shalom Aleichem,




















 Pat Garcia

34 comments:

  1. soft gentle safe joyous landings! How lovely Pat!

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    1. Thank you so much, Susan. It is always a pleasure when you drop by.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  2. Can't wait to see what happens next. Nice job. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles

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    1. I am so enjoying putting this story to paper or better described writing it in my iMac. Thank you for coming by, Sheila.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  3. You make me feel as if I should be taking more steps out into the sea. There just might be something wonderful waiting out there.

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    1. I think you are doing a magnificent job with what you have and I see you keep expanding. I think you're already doing it; you just don't realize it.
      Thanks for coming by.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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    1. Thank you Jacqui. I enjoy writing this story so much. Many of the stories with Mr. Raccoon have not been posted because now I am finishing up the journey so that I can seek an agent in Europe.

      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  5. Oh, I love the sea. Can't wait to get there for holiday in a few weeks. Lovely scene.
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    Best wishes!

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    1. I hope you enjoy it. I love the sea and the mountains. You get me near mountains and I go crazy. Thanks for coming by.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  6. If only to be on this adventure too, oh wait, I am. Thanks, Pat. Loving it!

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    1. Yes, you are. You don't know how good it makes me feel to see that you see the gist of the story. You are that Child and all everyone else who chooses to walk out their journey.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  7. Your story has a nice, mystical quality - thanks for visiting.
    David
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    1. Thank you, David. That's nice to hear.

      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  8. That's very beautiful. And I see a Humpback.

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    1. Thank you very much for coming by Kathleen. I have just finished enjoying one of your posts and will return.

      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  9. Yes, our friends are there to help catch us when we fall or need a hand up. Lovely post! Thanks!

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    1. Thank you my dear friend. Isn't it nice to have true friends. I don't know what my life would be without them.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  10. Very good job. It was a lovely story. Girl Who Reads

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  11. When one door closes another opens. That softens the goodbyes. Thank you, Patti.

    Shalom.

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    1. Yes indeed. Sometimes we forget that when we are in the middle of letting go.

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      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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    1. Oh yes indeed, my dear. All of her friends will show up at one time or another.

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      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  13. Nice nice!
    Best Wishes,
    Annette

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  14. I hope to see a whale in real life one day. In the ocean, not in a zoo or park.

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    1. I hope you get the chance to see one in real life too. I think there behavior is totally different when they can live in the ocean where they belong.
      Thank you for dropping by.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  15. Sounds like quite the adventure! Good luck with the rest of it:)

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    1. Thank you and good luck to you too.
      Shalom,
      Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

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  16. You just know a story about a Child and a Prophet are going to have universal conclusions.

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