{"id":3746,"date":"2018-03-21T09:08:47","date_gmt":"2018-03-21T16:08:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3746"},"modified":"2020-06-23T09:26:58","modified_gmt":"2020-06-23T16:26:58","slug":"fort-messages-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/fort-messages-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Fort Messages 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Three more messages in the tin box at the fort. One from a woman celebrating her 52<sup>nd<\/sup> birthday with her partner and two dogs; another a longish quote from Gilda Radner&#8217;s (!) memoir; another a burst of joy about her fort building friend.<\/p>\n<p>The Gilda Radner quote suggested people should enjoy the \u201cdelicious ambiguity of life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Amen to that. Hear that sound? That&#8217;s me licking my lips tasting it now.<\/p>\n<p>Oh yes, someone also left behind a little bud of cannabis. I smelled it, laughed, and left the dankness behind.<\/p>\n<p>I sat on the driftlog and opened the sack lunch my mother made me. My mother is still making me sack lunches and that&#8217;s probably a good reason, in reality, in metaphor, why and how I&#8217;ve survived the past two years.<\/p>\n<p>The scene around me: a woman collecting rocks in a pail, a lone surfer, wind blowing out the waves, a green ocean, a woman running wild with her dogs, a man wandering around with his dog, multiple hues of blue in the sky, two fishing boats on the horizon, a couple vaping and making out in a sedan.<\/p>\n<p>I tried to release my rage against a factotum who is trying to kill my spirit. I sensed adding to this fort would help. I was right. No factotum can kill the spirit of a man who had built 200 driftwood forts, in reality, in metaphor, to survive the past two years.<\/p>\n<p>My mind drifted to someone from well over a decade ago, and the black and white photograph I took of her with an ancient film camera, a perfect shot of her doing a jig on the beach, silhouetted, that said everything perfect about her and us, at the exact moment in time.<\/p>\n<p>We never built a fort together. We never will.<\/p>\n<p><i>(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<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-3746\" data-postid=\"3746\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-3746 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Three more messages in the tin box at the fort. One from a woman celebrating her 52nd birthday with her partner and two dogs; another a longish quote from Gilda Radner&#8217;s (!) memoir; another a burst of joy about her fort building friend. The Gilda Radner quote suggested people should enjoy the \u201cdelicious ambiguity of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3748,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,5,32],"tags":[36,47,48,13],"class_list":["post-3746","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-driftwood-forts","category-meditations","category-oregon-beaches","tag-beaches","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\/3746","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=3746"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3746\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3749,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3746\/revisions\/3749"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3748"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3746"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3746"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3746"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}