The Bald Eagle

The Bald Eagle

Friday, March 20, 2020

The Child and The Prophet - A Fable by Pat Garcia

The Child’s body rocked back and forth to the sea waves. Each time one passed under the lily pad, up she would go and then back down again. She giggled. It was exciting. A lily pad on a big ocean steering itself by the velocity of the waves. Unbelievable, she thought. 
As far as her eyes could see, she saw nothing. No cargo ships, no birds, no passenger cruise ships with people leaning on the railings waving, and no airplanes flying to different destinations. An empty world lay before her eyes, and the Child felt she was sailing in a never-ending vacuum. 
“Where is everything, Prophet?”
The Prophet, who was sitting in the opposite corner of the giant lily pad behind her, took in the child's drooping shoulders. Ready to help her find answers to questions that he wouldn’t give her. “What do you mean, Child with where’s everything?”  
“I don’t see any ships,” she said, “moving across the waters and no airplanes in the air. Where are they?”
“Do you miss them, Child?”
“Of course, I do. That’s why I’m asking you?”
“So, where are they, Prophet?”
“Resting,” said the Prophet.
“Resting, Prophet? I don’t understand.”
“They're in their harbors or wherever they should be, Child.”
“But why?”
“Might be a result of consequences.”
“Consequences, Prophet? And what kind of consequences would cause such calmness on the ocean.”
“That you must ask the human beings who populate the earth,” the Prophet replied. 
“Oh, I know what you’re talking about,” the Child said, huffily. 
“Really?” the Prophet responded. “Tell me what I’m talking about. “
“About the homeless children stuck in war zones as live targets with no way of escaping and borders being closed. But don’t people have a right to protect what theirs?”
The Prophet chuckled. Fascinated by the Child’s naivety.
“Since when have we become owners of the world, Child? We are all strangers passing through. None of this we can take with us.” 

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

IWSG DAY, March 4, 2020, A Backward Glance at February 2020 By Pat Garcia

Hello Everyone,

It is IWSG Time!

IWSG is a writers' support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is an immense help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes, or giving encouragement and support to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:

Submission: The Writer Magazine – Non-Fiction Challenge

A Backward Glance at February 2020

February was rough. It was a real test of my inner strength, perseverance, and my faith. I even doubted that I knew how to write. There were days when I didn’t want to sit at my computer, and even though I did, I wrote little.

The good thing was that I knew it was going to pass over. This confidence that I have is founded and grounded in the Creator of my life, and not myself. I didn’t know when the testing would let up, but I knew it would. 

So, I did the only thing I knew how to do, and that was not to shut myself away and to make myself live up to my obligations to myself and to others. 

I took the time to meditate a little bit more than usual and to read. 

On the last day of February, I saw a tiny light. It’s barely visible, but it’s there, and it keeps growing. For that, I am thankful. 

Wishing all of you a beautiful month of March. 

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia