Beautiful walk this morning, thanks, Mary Jo, for accompanying me! Pondering
the poem by Stephen Dunn , I wonder, will I find the castle hidden in illness?
What will I find when I enter the castle? I feel the invitation to enter, to explore and to discover that which I have never known before.
“A state you dare not enter
with hopes of staying,
quicksand in the marshes, and all
the roads leading to a castle
that doesn’t exist.
But there it is, as promised,
with its perfect bridge above
and its doors forever open.”