Monday, March 21, 2016

21: The collision...

This is our little fish.
I keep myself busy around the bathroom, bedroom, and closet 
every night
so he can have his space
but I can keep tabs on his aquatic activity.  
"Can you hear me?" he asks more than once.
I can.  
He says, "What you say?"
I didn't...because you can't.
I smile.




He's also our little book devourer.
And 'Pete the Cat' aficionado.
He adores the little song Pete sings in
"Rockin' in My School Shoes."

We all have this in common -- it is, after all, how we spend our days, yes?




If you're unfamiliar, click on the link below and start listening just past 1:00.




Tonight the text and the tub collide.

I organize my clothes for tomorrow, he floats.
I sort laundry into stacks, he sings.
"I'm floating in my bathtub,
I'm floating in my bathtub,
I'm floating in my bathtub."
Perfectly synchopated, perfectly in tune.

A mentor
transfers its craft
transforms our vision
and morphs ideas
into something more meaningful.

More like the soundtrack to our big, important thoughts.

And loves.

Like swimming in the tub or devouring books.


Write on,
b

4 comments:

  1. "A mentor transfers its craft transforms our vision
    and morphs ideas into something more meaningful."
    I love that sentence and all it conveys.

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  2. "A mentor transfers its craft transforms our vision
    and morphs ideas into something more meaningful."
    I love that sentence and all it conveys.

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  3. I was worried that perhaps the book ended in the tub, but greatly relieved to learn the collision was in the mind. What a delight for you!

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  4. Poignant piece! Thank you for sharing.

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