Get Going

"Get going, Child," The Prophet commanded."

"Why? Why do I have to get going?" The child asked.

"It's time."

"But I like it here."

"I know you do."

"Then why do I have to leave? Why can't I stay here?"

"Have you gone back to your 'can't,' Child?"

"I just love being here on the lily pad, Prophet. I like to float, don't you?"

The Prophet chuckled at the Child's evasion.

"No, Child.  I don't like floating. It's not healthy to float all the time. So, let's get going."

The Child loved the lily pad––the peacefulness, the protection that it offered.

"Will I ever see the lily pad again?"

"It depends, Child."

"Depends on what?"

"Whether or not you continue. The lily pad comes when you need to rest."

"And what happens if I want to remain here?"

"It will sink, and you'll sink with it."

"And you, Prophet? What will happen to you?"

"I'll get going and move on Child."

"Prophet?"

"Yes, Child?"

"This is soooo difficult."

"You mean to get going."

"Yes. I want to float the rest of the way."

"Oh my dear Child, many have lost sight of their true essence by succumbing to complacency."

"What's complacency, Prophet?"

"That's when you are satisfied to settle for something less."

"Oh," the Child whispered.

"So, do you want to get going or stay here?"

"Will you stay with me?"

"No, Child."

The Child took one last look at the lily pad and stepped out on the water.

  

"Well, Come on, Prophet, let's get going. Don't take all day!"

The Prophet's eyes danced with anticipation as the waves of the ocean rose to block their way.

Shalom,

Pat Garcia

Don't

"Do be do be bop, do be do be yeah, do be do be da! Da, da duh da, do be do be da," The Child sang. "This is so much fun Prophet."

"Do be do be da, do be do da yeah," The Child shouted and did a double axel landing on the lily pad directly on the beat do be do be da.

 The Child sang and a sound rich and deep came up out of the depth of her soul.

"Why don't you dance, Prophet?"

"I'm dancing."

"No, you're not. You're sitting there watching me," the Child replied.

"No, I am dancing, Child, to my own beats."

"If you say so," said the Child and continued to sang do be do be da twirl around the lily pad singing do be do be da.

"Eeeeeeeek!" The Child cried out looking into the horizon.

"Don't look at the wave. Keep on singing and dancing."

"But that's a big one coming my way," the Child said.

"I love to hear you sing do be do be da."

"But what about the wave, Prophet?"

"The wave is not significant. Keep singing."

"Do be do be da," the Child barely whispered as the wave approached. It lifted the lily pad high off the ocean floor.

"Eeeeeeeek do be do be da," the Child sang with a tremulous voice.

"Don't dwell on the wave," the Prophet said. "It's directly under you. You're dancing on it."

Suddenly, the ocean calmed, and the lily pad was floating peacefully.

"Prophet, where is the wave?"

"It's behind you, Child."

Shalom

Pat Garcia