I remember when I was growing up...we lived in the streets...hotels and motels...couches and a variety of other places. I can tell you though...anywhere I lived, I had a club house.
Living in the city is hard for tree houses though. I think childhood movies made me think that tree houses could be built anywhere...but being homeless made it difficult to do that. Instead I built forts, club houses, a hideout or would even climb under a bed and drape the blankets or sheet over while I hid and played for hours. I was safe. I was in a different world. It felt inpenetrable. I was always a member of my clubhouse. Always accepted.
I think for adults we need to find our treehouse. Too many adults feel disconnected and not a part of their own that they seek it out through others...they seek it out externally. Fancy toys, sleeping around, being a "yes" man, attacking others....I believe that we need to find our own membership. We need to accept ourselves.
Yes, you're not a child anymore but all that means is that the way our treehouse looks is different, but the energy we felt from it can be found. I believe we need to find safe places...places where we can be us...where we feel like we're in a different world and can just be "naked" and play. Places where we can breathe and just be.
I'm older now and use my treehouse often. It's important. It allows my world of fantasy and reverie. My childhood treehouse has turned into my adulthood batcave. Same energy, same stories and fantasies, different title. Always a member. Founder. Participant. I select who comes in. I set the password.
Find your treehouse...or batcave.
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