I have pounded on some mighty doors and been locked out of others. I’ve even kicked a few in.
I can literally see my hand, in my mind’s eye, turn the knob. Some were doors to unknown opportunity and healing and possibility. There were other doors that I closed in order to care for myself better; doors to negative places that I outgrew as I knew more.
The best doors are the ones that are left wild open all the time; the door that welcomes us home, the door to “higher” learning.
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Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high tech.)
“Door.”
Love this! I Lways used an analogy about open and closed doors when discussing big decisions with my son. This rings true for me. Thank you.
Agreed. What’s more symbolic than a door. Thanks for commenting.
Anna, years ago I opened a door allowing a skinny, dirty, three year old palomino quarter horse gelding into my life. Now, seventeen years later, I reflect on the many doors that he opened for me allowing new friends and experiences to come into my life. We blossomed together and at age 20 he is in great shape and we’re still going strong together.
The best door of all, good for you. Thanks for commenting and scratch that boy for me.