Doors …

Doors …

Simply a door to many. Why on earth did I take a picture of it …. I think I was taken with the knocker & snapped it or maybe the colour.

I look at this picture now & the first thing I think of is … doors closing.

Oh my, they surely do. Doors get pulled to, slammed shut, or they gently close.

We’ve all experienced this, the light changes, the air feels different, the space appears smaller. The door, it did shut.

When a door closed on a way of life we were used to, familiar with, understood. The choices seemed limited… not every option was possible. The only option we yearned for … wasn’t an option as the key to the door had been taken. We could not return to how we were, our person had left with the key.

We collapsed by that door, melted … allowing others to stand helplessly wondering what they could do … say.

I often wonder what thoughts filled their minds & I settle knowing, I’ll not really know, not truly. Just as those who were there to witness the melt, can’t fully know the thoughts that took over my entire body, purpose.

Now, that difference, that unknown is just how it is & likely will always be. What came next was the rebuild, the recreation of what was to what could become from the mess left on this side of the door.

The mess took shape, began to appear stronger, had more energy… a combination of time, thought, temperatures, people, places, memories… they mingled to create the moment where something happened ……

This ..

The desire to open another door, one that has a key. Has something on the other side …

If you’re sitting by that door now, exhausted with the weight of grief. When you’re ready know that there may be life behind another door that you simply can’t yet imagine.

Michelle ❤️