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Childhood is the world of
miracle or of
magic: it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, all new
and fresh and astonishing.
  -Playwright Eugene Ionesco, Present Past/Past Present

Miles and fort

  
Yes. It's the very last day of the year. And tomorrow, of course, will be the first. In the spirit of staying the present, how have you felt about these last days? Have you gazed into the glass of these three hundred sixty-five days and reflected on what they have meant to your life and the life of those around you?
   These kinds of questions can be helpful, or they can feel tiresome. On this last day of the year, my temptation is to dive back into the world my grandson occupies in this photo. He is living the early months of the human journey. Still four years old (although fast closing in on five) he clings to a belief in magic and miracles. Coins still appear magically from behind his ears. Superman and Batman live.
   The experiences we express with the word "cozy" are happy things for little Miles. He created his fort over this holiday vacation time by constructing the kind of thing I remember happily from my childhood. He pushed the backs of four chairs against each other and established his own fort. Inside this fort, I saw him looking happy, comfortable, and cozy – the way he does in the photo, above.
   When I played this game, all I did was drape a blanket over a card table. Instantly, I was enclosed in what seemed to me like a safe place. The world, for that time, was held at bay. In a much scarier way, the power of these card table forts was portrayed in the movie The Sixth Sense. The child in that film, frightened of the ghostly images he sees, hides his little tent surrounded by religious icons.
   Where do caregivers go to feel safe and cozy? Exposed to the endless agonies the body can bring, loving caregivers seek to relieve pain and anxiety, to dissolve the toxins of disease, and to introduce into the lives of their patients the unique comfort that only Love can bring.
   For adults, Love is the only pathway to miracles. Caregivers can ring their patients and co-workers with Love's energy so that they feel, at least for a time, as happy and protected as a little four-year-old in a makeshift fort in the middle of his grandparents living room.
   As we celebrate the last day of the year, I wonder how you create "forts" of Love for yourself and others? Happy New Year!

-Erie Chapman
   

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6 responses to “Day 365 – The Last Day – Creating Forts of Love”

  1. Edwin Loftin Avatar
    Edwin Loftin

    Happy New Year to all!
    Forts of Love come with no regrets, no justification, no rationalisation.
    Forts of Love are best created one conversation, one act, one relationship at a time. When I have the opportunity to whatch two caregivers converse with comfort and trust the “fort” exists for that moment. When we are present with each other or with those we care for the “fort” exists.
    Forts of Love exist when the intent and motives for care originate from the heart and are carried out with hands of loving caregivers.

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  2. Victoria Facey Avatar
    Victoria Facey

    This has been quite a year; I’m not sure if I can re-think every day, but I was very happy to see today’s photo and story. Even someone as old as me can remember putting blankets on furniture and playing with family and friends. Thanks much for that memory. No wonder small children carry those blankets (aka capes and “blankies”). Is that why the word com-fort includes the term “fort”?
    The best of the holdays to you and your families.
    P.S. Erie, I look forward to a new year with new readings, too.

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  3. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    Thanks for sharing this playful moment of Miles and sharing pleasant remembrances of childhood joy.
    As much as I try letting go of expectations can be difficult. Presently, the fort I would like to climb into is a sacred space of acceptance. Where true feelings can be expressed, honored, and let go of as burnt offerings, to rise up and dissipate leaving only Love.
    This past year of companionship with the Journal has offered insights, friendship, and personal growth for which I am deeply grateful. Wishing you a world filled with miracles and Love!

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  4. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    Throughout this year I’ve been watching the numbered days pass away as we counted from one to 365. All those moments gone, but hopefully not gone in vain. I love this photo of Miles and wonder if making forts is the universal child’s game because it seems everyone relates. Safety and acceptance is found under the blankets as it is in the loving embrace of a loved one or friend. Happy New Year to everyone.

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  5. Diana Gallaher Avatar
    Diana Gallaher

    I love this picture of Miles. I still like to build “houses”, as we call them, with my nieces and nephews. There is something magical about them. I cleaned out a medium size closet (at least the floor part of it, unfortunately not the shelves) over a year ago. I have not put things back into it yet because my nieces and nephew like playing in it to so much. Maybe there is something womb-like in these play retreats – that might explain the universal appeal.
    I too am so grateful for each of you on this journal/journey. love, Diana

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  6. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells]
    by Lord Alfred Tennyson
    Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
    The flying cloud, the frosty light:
    The year is dying in the night;
    Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
    Ring out the old, ring in the new,
    Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
    The year is going, let him go;
    Ring out the false, ring in the true.
    Ring out the grief that saps the mind
    For those that here we see no more;
    Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
    Ring in redress to all mankind.
    Ring out a slowly dying cause,
    And ancient forms of party strife;
    Ring in the nobler modes of life,
    With sweeter manners, purer laws.
    Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
    The faithless coldness of the times;
    Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
    But ring the fuller minstrel in.
    Ring out false pride in place and blood,
    The civic slander and the spite;
    Ring in the love of truth and right,
    Ring in the common love of good.
    Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
    Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
    Ring out the thousand wars of old,
    Ring in the thousand years of peace.
    Ring in the valiant man and free,
    The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
    Ring out the darkness of the land,
    Ring in the Christ that is to be.

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