{"id":8432,"date":"2023-06-14T06:18:50","date_gmt":"2023-06-14T13:18:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=8432"},"modified":"2023-06-14T06:18:51","modified_gmt":"2023-06-14T13:18:51","slug":"city-fort","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/city-fort\/","title":{"rendered":"City Fort"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>There I was standing on a tiny stretch of beach along the Willamette River at 6:25 on a Sunday morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nobody was on the river. I passed only one tent on the trail, which surprised me, because if I was homeless in the city, I&#8217;d be living by the river and trying to harvest some sustenance from it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I noticed some stray beaverwood. I noticed the remains of camp fires. The driftwood was slim pick-ins, but I scrounged here and there and went to work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thirty minutes later I stood back and admired a serviceable fort. No doubt it would enchant someone, probably homeless. Maybe a homeless person would sit inside the fort, steady themselves, recollect a cherished fort from childhood (we all have one) and began to dive deep into clarity, and perhaps change. A stupid notion? No! It can happen when building or after entering a driftwood fort. I&#8217;ve seen it. I&#8217;ve felt it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Infinitely better (and cheaper) than the jargon a generic and clueless therapist invariably provides.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There I was standing on a tiny stretch of beach along the Willamette River at 6:25 on a Sunday morning. Nobody was on the river. I passed only one tent on the trail, which surprised me, because if I was homeless in the city, I&#8217;d be living by the river and trying to harvest some [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8433,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","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\/8432","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=8432"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8435,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8432\/revisions\/8435"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}