Little Birds and Some Bees: Sand Castle Moments

Isn't it funny how the moment quickly becomes a memory? This week, I've been busy building sand castles with my kids and I am struck by how desperately I want to truly live out and soak up the fun of every moment. And when I wake up the next day, already those experiences are just memories. What is our fascination with building sand castles anyway? We pour hours of our time, energy, and creativity into a structure that may within minutes be engulfed within the ensuing tide... but we keep building. I love it! And one of my most favorite things to do is to build 'drip castles.' To sit at the surf and allow the wet sand to run off my finger tips into a series of spires and decorative mounds of dried sand art (if I might deem it that). No one creation is the same. I find it incredibly relaxing.

As I am sitting amidst my family, I am absorbed by a metaphor so absolute that it is almost poignant. My time with my family, each moment of life that I am given to enjoy is a little like sand castles, they are only around for a little while. Though, I am not saying that the memories themselves don't in essence build a much stronger structure, but the actual snapshot of life is short lived. I suppose I've become more sentimental the older I've gotten... especially as I watch the months fall off the calendar the way that days used to. I find within myself a motivation to enjoy each moment because you cannot stop the inevitable tide of what we call life.