"Humming Fish, I love your hums-this is the place, the lorax
I've got a feeling we'll be chums
This pond is perfect! There's no doubt
Excuse me while I rip these out!"
2014 has spoken in codes, and i predicted some of those here. Last night in the Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, the rabbit was thrown from the ocean liner, and he sank, and he sank, and he sank, and for nearly 300 days he sat at the bottom of the sea until a storm carried him to the surface where he was rescued by a fisherman's net. Edward, the china rabbit, could not have predicted such a thing, being an inanimate toy bunny with no foresight, but he knows now that even being born from routine and strictly kept, everything you know can change instantly and forever.
It is a fine lesson for Edward Tulane. It is a fine lesson for the children. Someday soon for them, things will change in a way that is permanent, and its long reaching ripple effects will stretch like skeleton fingers into the far corners of their lives- a considerably longer period of time than 300 days. But there will be fishermen, and there will be nets. The well weathered life is a well lived one.
These days my mind races like a detuned black and white tv. The UHF static cling paints my words in that fuzzy Roy Lichtenstein distortion, somewhere between sweetness and inane. Today my solar plexus is a heavy place, and I'm feeling a sense of profound loss, and an urgent need to get dear old St. Anthony on my side, although I already know the things I've misplaced are gone forever.
Don't tell the kids this, but Edward Tulane eventually finds his way home. You see, Abilene is the little girl who loves him, and its another child that throws him off the boat on their family voyage to England. It's many years later, when Abilene has a daughter of her own, and its her daughter who spots Edward on a shelf in a second hand shop one rainy afternoon. It's a tremendously happy ending.
We should all be so lucky, to be found and found again.
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