The King Fisher
Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far, far away.
There lived a King Fisher. And he ruled his Kingdom with all his might and was prosperous among the land.
His crops grew, his people flourished. And everyone from neighbouring towns and cities would come visit him and rejoice with all the plenty and abundance he had.
Then one day, the crops in his Kingdom started to not grow. A drought hit the land. With no crops, there was no means for food. With no means for food, no trade was given. People grew weak and sick. With no trade given, no one visited beyond the lands to develop relationships and ideas. And the land grew very ill.
And the people pleaded with the King Fisher, begged him on their hands and knees and asked:
“My lord, we have no crops, we cannot eat. The castle, it is crumbling and falling,” they begged.
And he had not a reply. He sat there, sad.
And another pleaded, “I do not have the funds for my trade, no one is visiting. I need minerals for my blacksmith work. My body grows weak, my family is ill. There is no bread on the table.”
And the King Fisher had no reply.
Then one day, as one after another pleaded with him to do something about the city. Many trying to boost his energy, fill him with compliments. You are doing so well. You must get up and tend to your city!
But nothing seemed to work.
Until one day.
When the news spread of his dying land.
A warrior caught news in the wind and headed his way. He travelled far and wide to go see him, personally.
They opened the gates to the Kingdom and the warrior had entered.
He noticed all the land had died.
The people starving and frail.
The wells, empty.
The warrior walked right up to his palace doors and kneeled before the King.
And the King Fisher asked, “What news do you bring that I haven’t already heard?”
And the warrior spoke the words of courage that no one else dare not say, “You’re ill your majesty, and not feeling well. It’s okay to be sad.”
And the Fisher King rose his head above the crowds. Moved his chin away from his wrist.
And smiled.
And it was at that very moment, the first flower had sprouted in all the lands. And from that day onward, the Kingdom had flourished again.
Tend to your gardens, and your Kingdom will flourish with a helping hand.
I dedicate this post to my dear friend Dr Morris. He would share stories and literature with me to help me find my way. Thank you old friend.
With Love,
Pam
