I opened the tin can I’d stowed inside the driftwood fort. It contained paper and pencil and an invitation to write a \u201cMessage to the Fort.\u201d The can had been there for a week and no one had yet taken up the invitation.<\/p>\n
The paper had writing on it! Joy! Over the years, I had places similar invitations inside driftwood forts and had received some truly incredible messages, such as the one from a woman who wrote that she took refuge in the fort because she was on the, \u201cworst date in my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
It appeared as if three different people had left messages. I read them. They were all about the weather and there wasn’t a trace of any poetry or metaphor or confession in them. Still, one was from a tourist from Hawaii, and that proved interesting to me. I wasn’t disappointed at all. In a remote part of a beach, three people had wandered inside the fort and evinced enough curiosity to open a tin box and look inside. Furthermore, they took out the paper and pencil and took the time to write something, perhaps even sitting on the cedar round writer’s seat I had positioned for a superb view of the ocean.<\/p>\n
I will return soon to see if visitors to the fort left behind additional fort messages. It occurs to me that I need to write a more creative invitation to participate. The better the invitation, the more the curiosity is stirred, the more incentive to participate. Think about that in terms of writing…and life and love.<\/p>\n
(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n\n I opened the tin can I’d stowed inside the driftwood fort. It contained paper and pencil and an invitation to write a \u201cMessage to the Fort.\u201d The can had been there for a week and no one had yet taken up the invitation. The paper had writing on it! Joy! Over the years, I had […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3718,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,5],"tags":[47,48,13],"class_list":["post-3717","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-driftwood-forts","category-meditations","tag-driftwood-forts","tag-oregon-beaches","tag-oregon-coast","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3717","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3717"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3717\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3720,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3717\/revisions\/3720"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3718"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3717"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3717"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3717"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}