Zion

The woman sat on the bank beside her Guide as they floated upon the water; the waves drove them peacefully forward.

"You know, I would have never made it this far without you," she told him.

"I know. That's why I'm here," the Guide replied in a humble manner that caused the woman to stop looking at the ocean and look up at him, inquisitively.

"I truly believe you want me to make it," she whispered softly.

"Have you just recognized that 

Your joy,

Your interests, 

Your desires 

Your cares, 

Your worries, 

Your hurts, 

Your pain, 

Your thoughts 

Have always been foremost in my heart?  There has never been a day that I have not wanted you to make it,

To be all you can be, 

To reach that unreachable star, 

To conquer all those poisonous pits within you that try to hold you back."

"I see," said the woman.

"Do you see really? Tell me, what do you see?" The Guide asked.

"I see a young girl starting out with only a tiny funk of awareness. She wasn't sure what it was but deep within her that small wave of awareness took root and began to grow. Somehow or another that one small funk had the strength needed to make the fearful girl brave enough to step out and discover what that awareness meant. Bravery pushed her to confront herself, which enabled her to hear her calling."

"You think so?" The Guide asked.

"Yes, I think so," replied the woman.

"What do you think would have happened if she hadn't heard the calling."

The woman let out a hearty shout of laughter before saying, "She wouldn't be sitting here on a small bank in the middle of the ocean, daring the storms to try and stop her, listening to echoes and using new found  courage to hold on as she grooves, grooves grooves with the beat of the waves, seeking solace when lonely as she takes to higher plains, and making the incredible possible as she jumps from one wave to the other." 

"Oh, my dear friend, looks as if the young girl has changed," said the Guide. Where would the young girl be then?

"I don't know, but I can honestly say she wouldn't be turning knobs, looking at the other side of love, or  looking over yonder where she can't see a thing, or letting a Guide that disappears every now and then predominate her life, or going after a quest that she doesn't know whether or not she will achieve, or regenerating on a block of sand in the middle of the ocean......"

"With a Palm tree," interrupted the Guide. "Don't forget you had a Palm tree."

"No, I won't  forget the Palm tree. It was beautiful and green."

"Do you think the young girl who started out is happy?" Asked the Guide.

"As she sat forth to sever and sail, she was sad. Something changed in the young girl, and she was no longer the girl, but the woman who has learned to be tactful, who has grasped that mankind is unique and that she is a part of the Vine, who is the giver of life that causes her to walk on water as she practices the gifts she has been given and learn such things as playing the xylophone with you."

"Are you saying that the young girl turned woman is happy?

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. Over the years,  the woman has learned to treasure the life that has been given to  her while she's on her path."

"What do you think the young girl would be doing if she had chosen to remain where she was?"

"She'd probably be drifting along somewhere, content to a certain extent but never really fully satisfied.  Am I right?" She asked.

"Can't tell you that." The Guide replied.

"There you go again with your can't tell me that. What can you tell me?" The woman asked, hurt, because of his refusal to confirm her answer. His lack of agreement gave her the feeling that maybe she should have buried those desires and become like the others.

"Do you think you would understand if I told you what you wanted to know?"

"I don't know," she replied.

"Would you have continued, would you have discovered

The strength, 

The tenacity, 

The faith, 

The patience, 

The endurance 

Within you if I had told you what you wanted to know."

"No, I probably wouldn't have," the woman answered,  and she looked out at the ocean floor.

"The time will come when answers to your unanswered questions will come," the Guide said.

"When will that time come?

The Guide lifted his hand and touched her eyes, and for a  split second, she could see what the Guide could see.

"Oh how marvelous, beautiful and extravagant!" She exclaimed.  "Where is that place? I want to go there."

"That where you're headed."

"It is beautiful. I've never seen a place as magnificent as that. It is indescribable. When will we reach it?"

"You have some more years to go if you continue on your path."

"And if I don't, what happens then? Will I still reach that place?" The woman asked.

"Can't tell you that."

"What's it called? At least tell me, that and  don't say you can't tell me that.

"Zion. The city of your King.  Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready," she said, and she jumped up from the bank and began to twirl and twirl as she sang the music that flowed out of her heart.

"Happy, you're happy," the Guide said and began to dance with her. They twirled and twirled, and the ocean roared beneath them.

"Yes, I am, the woman shouted. I may have some years to go, but I know where I am headed. I'm on my way to Zion."

I'm on my way to Zion,

To Zion,

To  Zion.

I'm on my way to Zion,

To the city of our great King. 

Ciao,

Pat Garcia 

Years

"Years," the woman whispered. "It has been years?"

She looked out across the ocean. More than half of the water was behind her, but she still had some ways to go.


Years, since she had said yes;
Years, since she had taken her first steps;
Years, since she had she said goodbye;

To her family, her friends, and her neighbors,––years had gone by.


"A penny for your thoughts," the Guide said.

"My thoughts are many and various," the Woman replied.

"Would you like to talk about them?"

"They're nothing special. I was only thinking about years. It seems like only yesterday that I thought I would get through this quickly. But it hasn't happened that way. It's been years.   I seem to be moving, but there are times, when I don't seem to be moving at all. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I understand what you mean."

"I think  I've crossed over the majority of this ocean, and I have over half of it behind me, but I'm not sure. Do you think I'll make it?"

"Yes, I think you will."

The Woman began to chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" Asked the Guide.

"Because––"

"Because what?"

"Because I have been walking on this ocean for years. I would have never thought I could walk on an ocean, but I'm doing it."

"What finally convinced you that you could?"

"Could what?"

"Walk on the ocean."

"Those first steps I took."

"And what did you learn from those first steps?"

"That you never know until you step out there."

"Which means?"The Guide asked.

"There is no way around taking risks. Every day is a new beginning with new steps that run into months and years.  Do you agree with me?" The Woman asked.

"Yes, I do.  Shall we go?

"Yes, let's move on. How much longer do we have before we reach the other side?"

"Years, My Dear Friend, years. You still have some years before you," answered the Guide, and he smiled at the Woman who was no longer afraid to walk on the ocean.

Ciao,
Pat Garcia

Xylophone

"What's that?" The woman asked.

"It's a xylophone," the guide answered.

"What does it do?"

"It makes music. Would you like to hear something?"

"Yes, I would love to.  Today, I am tired, yet there is a storm within me."

"Then I'll play you something soothing, and it will calm your storm."

"Do you think the instrument can calm the storm within me?"

"No, I didn't say  the instrument would calm the storm, but the piece I play for you will calm the storm."

"Then play for me. I am tired, and it seems as if it has been such a long time since I started this journey."

The guide began to play, at first deep notes that became light and easy, and  fast in tempo.  The woman sat on the ocean top like on a blanket that was spread out under a palm tree and listened.  It still fascinated her that she could sit or walk  on water without sinking, without getting wet, as long as she continued to move forward with her eyes focused ahead.

"That' beautiful," she said. "It is soothing. I feel calmer already."

"The music of the  xylophone does that to you," replied the guide. "It is like a harp in that its tones are oil for an aching soul."

"Do you think I can learn to play the xylophone?"

"If you want. Have you not yet learn that you can do anything that your heart desire's to do?"

"Will I play as beautiful as you?"

"You will never play as beautiful as I play because you will play according to your own ability, but whatever you play will be beautiful. Besides, beautiful is not determined by comparison."

"Why's that?"

"Because you will play from your heart, and that is what counts."

"Then, I think I will learn how to play the xylophone. When can I start?"

"Right now. Come here, and we'll play the first notes together."

Ciao,
Pat Garcia

Walk On!

April 1, 1776, this baby girl came into the world and would change the destiny of a nation and its ideas about women's education.  The mathematician taught herself Calculus, Geometry and Trigonometry.  Better than any of her male colleagues, she sat aside the myth that women did not have the brain for complex thinking.

June 27, 1831,  this pioneer, Sophie Germain, laid aside her human mantle and Walked On.

1797 or 1798, verification of the birth year cannot be confirmed: Slaves were not considered people.  Years later, this slave woman would stand out and give a speech in the Ohio Senate on Women's Rights that would shake a state and cause ripples as far as the White House.  Ain't I A Woman? She cried out and went down into the history books.

November 26, 1883, Sojourner Truth, the Ain't I A Woman lady laid aside her human mantle and Walked On.

1820 - month and day of birth unknown, the baby known as Black Moses opened her eyes in some slave hut in Dorchester County, Maryland. How many slave owners she frustrated in their futile attempts to catch and hang her, no one knows.  The number of people she helped into freedom cannot be measured in bodies, but  by the generations that sprung up out of these bodies she helped to escape.

March 10, 1913, Black Moses, Miss Harriet Tubman, was tired, and she laid aside her human mantle and Walked On.

June 27, 1880, a baby who became blind and deaf at the age of two would change the outlook of how handicapped people with disabilities were treated.  Deaf and blind she learned Braille, wrote books and showed that a human being is not defined by the limitations of his or her body.

June 1, 1968,  this pioneer, Miss Helen Keller, laid aside her human mantle and Walked On.

June 12, 1929,  born the youngest of two girls, this young girl had a dream.  She
had discovered her purpose in life but was unsure if she would have the opportunity to live her purpose out.  On  April 5, 1944 she wrote in her diary,

I finally realized that I must do my schoolwork to keep from being ignorant, to get on in life, to become a journalist, because that's what I want! I know I can write ..., but it remains to be seen whether I really have talent ...

And if I don't have the talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can always write for myself. But I want to achieve more than that. I can't imagine living like Mother, Mrs. van Daan and all the women who go about their work and are then forgotten. I need to have something besides a husband and children to devote myself to! ...

I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death! And that's why I'm so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that's inside me!

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived! But, and that's a big question, will I ever be able to write something great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer? (Anne Frank's Diary)

April 1945, this courageous young, fifteen year old girl,  her body rampant with typhus, tossed off her human mantle, and Miss Anne Frank departed Bergen-Belsen and Walked On.

Throughout history,  there have been men and women who have proven

That man's inhumanity to man 
That physical incapacities whether by birth or poverty
That prejudices and severe trials
That even death itself

Cannot stop the spirit of God residing in a person

That is willing to battle every adversity 

And Walk On.

Walk On, I say, Walk On.

Shalom,
Pat Garcia 


Text by Anne Frank taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Frank

Vine, The Vine

It displays its flexibility as it winds itself around the tree,  hugging it tightly: The Vine stretches and spreads itself, giving life to  its branches.  The Vine is the source

That gives you life  
That brings you through periods of loneliness 
That comforts when people  forsake you 
That cheers you on when you have failed
That encourages you when your expected door does not open. 

The Vine is your belief system: it is the inner voice compelling you to keep going, not to give up.

Therefore, whatever dominates your life  resides within you: Whether it is

Love or hate,
Envy or jealousy,
Trust or fear,
Compassion or Kindness, 
Joy or Sincerity,
Gentleness or patience.

To think that the course of your life is  dependent upon your decision about The Vine is awesome.   Either The Vine  will become your

Dictator or your lover, 
Friend or your competitor,
Inner peace or your  inner war. 

The Vine is the never ending source that will walk with you throughout your maturation process: You will  never be alone.

Ciao,
Pat Garcia

Unique, Uniques, Einzigartig, Unico

Unique: Being without equal, unparalleled; you're one of a kind.

When you walk around in a world of uniqueness, nothing is ugly; every person has an inherited beauty in your eyes that denies you to destroy it.  The thing that breathes becomes a precious part of your life circle as you pay homage to its:

Uniqueness,
Unique, 
Einzigartigkeit,
Unicità.

Uniqueness is at war with every economic, sociological and political system that tries to make men and women alike. In uniqueness, equality does not exist.  How could it?  Men are formed from boys who become men that are different from other men, and women are formed from girls who become women who are different from other women. No one is alike, yet there is this futile effort by:

Fashion, 
Politics,
Families,
Lovers,
Friends, 
And the media, 

To make us all similar and to wipe out our differences.


If we lose,

Our uniqueness,
Notre Unicitè,
La nostra Unicità,
Unsere Einzigartigkeit,

We lose ourselves. No longer individuals, we become like everyone else, and our world becomes,

Bland, 
Dreary, 
And dark.

"Enough," the woman replied yelling at the top of her voice.   She stomped her right foot against the ocean. "I demand answers to my questions."

"What questions?"

"All of the questions I've been asking you along the way. I demand answers, right now, or......"

"Or what?"

"Or you can forget the rest of the journey because I am staying here."

"Are you having a bad day?"

"No, I just want some answers:"

"I thought you wanted to fulfill your life's purpose."

"I do, but why can't I be  like the others?"

"So, you want to be like the others?"

"Yes and No."

"Then, why do you want to be like them?"

"Because it might be fun, and I wouldn't feel so alone."

"So you do want to be like the others?"

"Didn't you hear me say  Yes and No?  I'd much rather be me, but........."

"Then let's move on."

"But you haven't answered any of my  questions."

"I don't have to because you've answered all of them yourself."

"How did I do that?"

"By saying  you wanted to be who you are. No one else can be who you are but you. Beautiful in every way, you are unique."

"Which means?"

"Let's move on."

Ciao,
Pat Garcia

Uniques - French, Einzigartig - German, Unico - Italian and their noun derivatives are language translations courtesy of the Google Translator.

Tactful

Tactful, an unguent art of

Saying no,
Correcting a misguided soul,
Making an improvement,
Helping someone through their dark night of the soul

Without being

Rude,
Prideful,
Or intolerant,

Displays respect and acknowledgement of another human being's weaknesses and the inner wisdom derived from your inner knowledge, which shouts out saved, but for the grace of God, it could have been me.

Tactfulness does not judge:

It heals: 
It encourages: 
It forgives: 
It engages the suffering person to find a way out of their misery.

In today's society where people are more about having their voices heard, instead of being careful about the judgements they dish out, being tactful has lost its glamour.

We live in a society where we

Let it all hang out, 
Say what is on our minds, 
Speak the truth, but according to whom?   

We have proven through the results of our actions that received life through words spoken by our mouths that we don't see the tiny dot in the puzzle.

Three things have I learned so far on my  journey:

Life and death are in the power of the tongue:

Everyone is  accountable for the words that he or she speaks:

Words spoke in haste, 
Anger,  
Hatred, 
Or damnation 

Will meet you around the corner:

A  causeless curse does not happen.  


Tactful people live longer and healthier. They are empowered by the spirit of meekness that gives them the ability to move higher.

Ciao,
Pat Garcia