Till The End of Time
I have left the choking maze of concrete patterns behind me
to stand at land's end.
It is here I have found the beating heart of Mother Earth.
She beckons me at sunset, silently, with colors beyond imagination.
Her greatness explodes across the sky and below she bellows the audible sounds of the surf that build into a grand crescendo to celebrate days' end.
The sparkle of the ocean begins its mesmerizing dance that welcomes the sun to come to rest behind her distant edge.
In the sky above are the endless and magical shapes of clouds floating across the golden sky, as the distant fog horn beckons to the wayward gulls and guides them home to roost at water's edge.
With my soul now fulfilled and with last light, I reluctantly turn away into the darkness, grateful once again to have witnessed the beauty of Mother Earth, hoping someday to be at peace as my ashes float away with the tide, on their endless journey, till the end of time.
The darkness awakens to a new day over the eastern rim of the valley floor.
The distant highlands sculpted by nature's wind and ancient ice accepts this sun's morning's gift of bright glistening gold crowns along their uppermost edges, as the lower masses blanket themselves in shades of soft blue mist.
Sheared cliffs stand guard as sentries protecting all that lives on the valley floor. A meadow bounded by an emerald green forest that has given perch to the midnight stars for a thousand years awaits the first ray of warmth upon its branches where a mountain jay trumpets with joy.
Given this moment of tranquility, my soul returns to its resting place, concealed by time, laid to rest by my brothers of the Miwoks of the Yosemite: my valley for evermore.
Paul R. Garcia
My Brother of The Blue
My brother Paul was my mentor in the arts, and in so many other ways.
As a child, he made me laugh, as a teen he nurtured my love for the arts, and as a man he gave me direction.
He and I spent many a days in a small boat sitting off the coast of Newport and San Pedro Harbors. We talked, we laughed, we had a little wine. We joyed in our moments of un-regimented freedom.
Those who went fishing with him new of his fascination with the many colors that made up the ocean hues. He was at peace out there, sitting over the ocean, listening to the gulls as the water lapped against the bow in the mist of nature's wonders.
I'd give anything to fish with him one more day, or sit in his studio listening to jazz while his imagination flowed to canvas.
Just one more day brother __just one more day.
Your brother, with love,
Award winning artist Gil Garcia set his paintbrush aside five years ago to write.
In his joyful debut, A Walk Back Home he paints a humorous picture of life as it was in the 1940s and 50s.
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A Walk Back Home
Do you Remember the 1940s and 50s? You are invited to take a walk back in time with author, artist & poet Gil Garcia. Who writes of a time when imagination ruled the day-to-day life of children throughout America. A time before television, when nightly radio programing nurtured a child’s imagination, and bonded the hearts and souls of families in mystery and laughter. A time before fast food restaurants, when families sat together and shared their day. A time when our hand-me-down clothing were further antiqued by a squadron of moths, and a ride in the rumble seat of Pop’s model A Ford was a rite of passage.
Gil’s book is a memoir of his early childhood. A humorous story. The Tom Sawyer of 1940s south central Los Angeles is the best way to describe this little guy who manages to find himself in impossible one of a kind situations that will leave you smiling as he visualizes for you, so descriptively beautiful, a neighborhood's panorama of life as seen through eyes of a child.
Gil's parents, his warring brothers, two sisters, a Dutch priest, and a English Sheepdog make up the cast of characters in this entertaining collection. It's Gil's parents' love for one another that shields this family through tragedy and the hardest of times. Memories fade, then blend into the next, and a delightful narrative begins to emerge that reminds the audience of the exuberance of youth.
Be prepared to fall in love with this boy, for these forty-four charming short stories will warm your heart and leave you laughing out loud.
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This book now exist because of Gil’s beliefs that the histories of families have been shamelessly lost to their children and their grandchildren who will never know of their ancestors’ sacrifices, struggles, their loves and heartaches. Gil believes that you must jot down all your memories no matter how crude to allow your descendants to piece together who they are and where they came from. Tomorrow is always changing, and yesterday is always fading. Unless you begin to put these memories to paper now, your history and that of your family will be lost forever. It’s never too late to start, and he begs you to try.
Bob Hope once said, “When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things – not the great occasions – that in retrospect give off the greatest glow of happiness.”
Book Review by: The Online Book Club.org
"Garcia will have readers laughing with each of his stories.
The writing style of this book is absolutely beautiful."
Readers Favorite.com writes:
"This trip down memory lane enhanced with many funny stories is a joy to read."
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