Spirit of Place

I want to go warm places and be wrapped up in the safety of happy thoughts. I’m sure I can do this whenever I close my eyes. You can certainly go anywhere inside your mind. Temples, gardens, mountains, whatever you decide, lately I have been going to a tower.

Its in a castle that overlooks the ocean on one side and the forest on the other. Its far away from civilization, a lone beacon on the coastline of an emerald sea. I can hear the water lap the shore and then pull itself back out again taking the unsteady sand with it in a swift rush. Packing all its feelings back up and leaving only to spill them back out again.

I am solitary like this castle. I stand tall and take the wind and rain. I light my windows in the dark of night and ponder stars that seem to do the same. I fly like a witch around my highest tower and bury my secrets in the garden below. What brick or stone does not know me here? What beam does not support my structure? What flower does not smell like my perfumed hair? What cool smile of mine is not reflected in pond or chalice?