Or wishes, or fears, or just good old garden variety stress. Fear makes a pretty good foundation for a sturdy castle, and stress can keep the walls thick and strong. Wishes are the things that can only decorate a single room…There’s rarely any space to make a castle of what it needs to be made of. Sand. Truth. Life.
Life is so fluid, so fragile, so ever changing. It’s so easy to knock down, and if one can be smart enough to outrun fear, it can be picked up and recreated. A new castle can be made up the beach, further from the tide. You can change the look, add a few shells… Or you can ride close to the water, raise your face to the sun and know your castle is not safe, and that nothing is. But gosh, isn’t it beautiful the way you can see the clouds go by in the reflection of those puddles of water.
Castles made of fear have no windows… only halls long enough for pacing back and forth. Castles made of stress have no doors… no way out. Wishes are the carefully hidden safe rooms. If you can find it, perhaps you can remember for a moment that life is actually made of sand.
I’ve spent the last little while making my castles out of everything I could find… Bits of junk laying around, cobbled together by stress, occasionally finding room to create a wing supported by fear.
Now, I’m not sure where I’ll build my new castle. Just now I’m sitting in the tide, staring at the coast. The water is lapping over legs, and I’m having a cup of coffee as I consider the vista. The sand here is very nice and feels good under the fingers. I’m not in any great hurry. There’s a bit of freedom this. Close to the edge, or further up the beach…
I’m breathing now. Finally.
And if you don’t mind, I’ll just stay here a while.
Loving love, and the feeling of love and being loved, and the strength found in love…. As always, from the soap-box
Lx
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