My Palace

Started the day as I had but forgotten.

Sat on a patio with my Pisco Sour alone, reflecting as I often do. I was taken back to 2011, crossing the border on foot to Gibraltar. The sun, the heat.

I’d interiorized the roadmap, and lived very much from that sweet kernel found beneath the rinds of the palmetto shrub. It was my Palace. It is my Palace.

As I continue to age and the cast over my eyelids continue to shed, I believe deeper and deeper still that the only indestructible palace is in the heart, sealed with Love, locked by Grace. Arrived at through the Little Way.

Every day, I am invited to join others on many routes, many paths forged by inadequacies.

The route to money, the route to power, the route to fame, the route to honour, the route to luxury. Ad infinitum.

They call and I look up, attentive to their pitch. But continually, the more I glance, the more I am convicted of the Beauty, Goodness and Truth of the Little Way.

The narrow road.

And as such, it will be my Palace.