story of the fish

If you were wondering about the fish in my title box that I recently changed, then here is the story. If you weren't wondering, then here is the story.

For those of you that don't know, I like to change things up every once in awhile. And right now I love this deep eggplant purple. [And yes, we are just now finishing up painting all the rooms in our home and I'm wondering why this color did not make an appearance anywhere?! Oh well, my fickle mind will change again soon]. I also like fall and its colors. Thus the orange. So then I began hunting amongst my millions of pictures for a picture that incorporated one of these two colors. And I came across the photo I snapped a few Christmases ago of STRIPE.

My nephew, Hawkins, had recently gotten Stripe and wanted us to be introduced. Hawkins also thought it necessary that I take several pictures of Stripe, and that I be photographed with Stripe. [He is a budding young photographer, isn't he?]But here is the real kicker-- he wanted me to video tape him telling stories about Stripe's day. He is pretty creative with the ideas he has for Stripe's future.

After remembering how excited he got about his fish, I thought it was the perfect picture to adorn my blog. Because it really is the little things that matter.

AND-- for you faithful first followers, you may remember the reason my blog is entitled "words that sing." It came from a piece of writing from the poet Neruda and in that writing it said: it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop... Vowels I love...They glitter like colored stones, they leap like silver fish, they are foam, thread, metal, dew...I run after certain words...I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish,...And then I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them go...Everything exists in the word...They are very ancient and very new....

I know it isn't silver, but once I remembered that connection I knew the picture was perfect for right now :) And that is the story of the fish.