I was just sitting here checking email while Hazel checked out the contents of a treat bag Henry had received at his cousin’s birthday party. She pulled out a small plastic top and decided it must be a binky, so she stuck the handle part of it in her mouth. I took the top from her, and showed her how it could be set to spinning on the seat of a wooden chair. Then she pulled a couple of rubber balls out of the bag, and she and I talked about balls and how there were two of them. Then I turned back to the computer screen, then glanced back in her direction just in time to see the top topple.
It took me a second to figure out why the sight of the little top falling struck such a significant chord in my psyche.
It’s too bad a top isn’t my totem, so I can’t be sure I’m not dreaming.
A beautiful dream
(You can tell it’s a dream because the colors are so washed-out.)
Also, I think Isaac’s BYU cap is his totem.
Also, I had to Google the word “totem,” because I could only think of “constant.”
Also, when I realized where I’d gotten the word “constant” from, it reminded me of this excellent Tweet by Damon Lindelof (co-creator of “Lost”): “I wish that someone would break into my dreams and give me an idea HALF as good as INCEPTION.”
On the other hand, I’ve heard that ideas are a dime a dozen, and execution is everything. So I guess what Lindelof actually needs is a good execution.