See this fish tile?
This brightly painted piece of Spanish clay holds a lot of meaning for me and my husband.
It's a reminder,
I keep it in my bathroom where I see it first thing in the morning and last thing at night (right next to Psalm 118:24: This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it).
A few years ago we had the privilege of traveling to St. John, Virgin Islands, for our wedding anniversary. It was a wild adventure, one that we wouldn't have been able to handle well as newlyweds (our plane was filled with them); but as seasoned partners, we could giddily absorb the highs and maturely roll with the lows.
As part of our weekend package at the guest house Treetops, we were supposed to take a boat tour of the islands with our hosts, Hank & Karen Slodden. But, of course, the islands had just experienced the worst storm of the season the day before we showed up, and the marina was unable to prep their boat and get it into the water. One of many disappointments on the trip. Can I help it we were married during hurricane season?
Yes, I am getting to the tile.
Hank and Karen are innovative and artsy. They had collected this authentic Spanish tile from an island Rockefeller resort undergoing renovations (Caneel Bay, popular with celebrities). The tiles were discarded and abandoned in the undergrowth. So they gathered what they could and started incorporating them into their landscape.
|My legs and some creatively placed fish tiles.|
Upon our departure, Hank handed us a tile, with the promise that if we bring it back, he would accept it as our ticket to the boat ride we never had. And the best snorkeling, to boot.
I really would like to go back.
(When I need a break from seeing other parts of the world I haven't been to yet.)
I envision us driving down the steep stone-and-cement drive and producing the tile with a triumphant smile that says, "We remembered. We came all this way. We dare you to renege!"
But it won't be during hurricane season, to be sure.