There's Something About Boats

(photo by Tabitha Bird)

Stories are held in the fibres of crackled paint and arthritic wood. If you have an ear to see and and eye to listen, you too will know...

There's something about little boats.

As a child I sat on the shore lines wanting to touch them. They were the rubber duckies of the grown up world only here the bathtub was filled with ocean water. Bobbing colors reflected on the waves, teasing me with how out of reach they were until the tide finished playing with them and washed them up on the beach.

Even then I knew there was a rhythm to little boats. A sigh. An exhale all of their own. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. Ebb and flow. Come and go. To and fro as they moved with the watery hands beneath them. Hypnotic. Calming. But it's more than this.

There's a story to little boats.

They are the books of the sea carrying their own history in the very being of their wooded hulls. With every curl of weathered paint, with every scar on their frame, they speak. Telling their tales only to those who can imagine, using the language of those who can create their own worlds. If you have an ear to see and an eye to hear then you too will know...

There's something about little boats.

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What about you? Do you find stories off the pages? What else besides books holds a tale for you?