Denta

You pack the sand into turrets and dig a moat surrounding the sculpture. Shells, twigs and a little seaweed are added for bling. You stand back proud of your accomplishment. You have created a one of a kind sand castle, unique and lovely. Then out of nowhere leaps a rogue wave and washes your dream castle out to sea. All the hard work and love you have pored into your project gone in an instant. You stand there helpless and sad, with a heavy heart. Could you have done something different? Perhaps built it farther away from the surf or put in a deeper moat?

Does peanut butter stick to the roof of your mouth leaving you speechless? A rip in the side of your new leather jacket leaves you fuming. The neighbors barking dog renders you into a sleepless night. The rain pours down on your wedding day to complicate the plans. The last two slices of bread burnt to a crisp in the inefficient toaster. You find yourself out of gas on a dark country road. The world seems against you and tries to dampen your enthusiasm. Sadness, despair and repercussions fill the space inside you. Then your thoughts drift to that special one that brings brightness to the darkness where you reside.

You rebuild that perfect sandcastle in the exact same spot as the previous one. You add shells and bits of scraps washed on shore by the waves. Your sculpture reaches to new heights and beauty. You dig a deep moat and place tunnels though out the structure. Reinforcement is added. You stand back to admire your creativity and wait for that wave. The wave will come. And you are helpless. In your heart you know you did the best.

When we become overwhelmed by sadness and despair and our structure is weakened and washed out to see: we suffer in silence. Darkness and gloom beat at our sensibility. Souls are shattered. Hearts are split apart. The waves have taken the turrets the shells and the seaweed but never our dreams. We still love the sea and all she gives and takes.