I have returned to the United States, and now have time for some important things in life... spending time with my family. My nieces and nephews are growing up fast, but we still have time to get away to my brother's cottage on Lake Erie for a few days.
After a full day of swimming, boating, and biking, the kids have still not had enough. As the sun sets, we head out to the beach for one last time before the light fails for more swimming and to build yet another sand castle.
We have built three other sand castles today, none of which have left even a trace on the beach. Why do we build them, so temporary, erased by the waves as they pulse on the beach marking time, gone in a few brief hours? The children know. It is building them that matters, not their persistence. Sand castles are pure possibility, a world created from nothing, a dream that has no responsibility to the past or the future, an expression of this moment.
Being present to this moment is the most important thing in the world.