Walls of Dubrovnik

We build walls so easily. So naturally.

Without even realizing it, our hands pick up stones that are mindlessly laid one upon another.

Year after year, the walls reach higher and higher and higher while we instinctively know what we need and what we desire, but, what is not so naturally given or received.

Connection.

Sending out tentative tendrils of a look, a touch, a word….hoping for someone to respond.

Someone to reach over the wall, dig under it, knock out a stone…whatever it might take to touch.

Blind to the way we’ve constructed the world around us. The world that is comfortable but suffocating.

Protected yet alone.

Unchallenged but drab.

Demolishing defenses comes so slowly.

So purposefully.

So painfully and fearfully but… SO WISELY.

With age, maybe, we learn that our walls have outlived their purpose and that safety isn’t nearly as important as love.