Take some time out to build a sandcastle in your mind

A young boy sat on the beach

His parents beside him

He played happily making sandcastles 

A small plastic bucket his only tool

His enthusiasm was intense and he glowed with joy

In just 4 years on this planet

He had learned skills to amuse himself

Totally focused on his task 

He filled his bucket

His young mind empty of distractions

He just built sandcastles

Not concerned with world affairs

No cell phone to answer 

No emails to read

He kept building sandcastles

Void of employment worries

Having no money to spend nor debts to pay

He just filled his bucket

Unaware of peer pressure to conform 

School was something his older siblings worried about

He scooped more sand with his hands

He did not reflect on his glorious gift of innocence

Nor did he allow the world to fill his mind with drivel 

He just played in the sand

Take some time for yourself today

Away from all distractions

Build a sandcastle in your mind

be it ink or electrons, they both transmit thoughts

I like to get up early and catch the sunrise

its my zen moment where I am alone with just my thoughts

soon after, I am at the computer writing something

which usually goes out electronically within an hour

I wonder if the readers appreciate the freshness of the writing

would something written last week be less appealing because it went stale?

before the age of typewriters and computers, writers wielded pen and ink over parchment

with no delete buttons or autocorrect,  it must have been a slow task to write a letter back then

were those inked writings more interesting to read than todays electronically processed words?

did the fact it took weeks or months to arrive make the writing mature like a fine wine?

treasured letters were carefully wrapped in ribbons stored in a shoe box under the bed

to be retrieved on cold dark winters nights and read again by candle light

I doubt your computer has a file named shoe box for stored writings

its unlikely that you read texts more than a day old

with no crossed out ink on your screen giving clues how hard it was to write

no handwriting style to admire and no wax seal to authenticate

just a sterile text or email to click open

however, the processes of writing and transmission do not matter at all

be it ink pen, letters in the mail, emails, texts or a blog

they all magically place my thoughts inside your mind