Tonight and last night, I spent the night in Fortlandia. Sheila and I constructed a portal to this mythical land in our very bedroom.
The idea struck last night around 10pm. We dug out as many sheets and blankets as we could and went to work. The result? We created an entirely new place within our room.
Tomorrow, I will dig out the pictures of from Fortlandia, as well as some shots from the Rustic Canyon adventure.
The false self I killed off in Fortlandia was the self that kept insisting that I grow up, and that sheets and blankets are for beds, binder clips are for papers, and rope is for camping and climbing. When did I get installed with the program that informs me that I am not supposed to build forts in my room?
Even more insidious is the mindset that doesn’t even allow for the thought that building a fort could provide a real and profound experience…
Build a fort in your home somewhere, especially if you have that sickness I once heard of called Adultitis…
Run for the hills, or run for Fortlandia, if you dare.
See you tomorrow!
-GTD
Tags: adult, blankets, Forts, programming, self
