What was that about one door closing, another opening? Does it really work that way? Does it? I slammed that one door before. Slamming doesn’t work too well. It didn’t. The door cracked open. Whatever was to stay behind it, didn’t. I had to go back, against that all, and close it again, this time mindfully and firmly.
Oh how hard that was. No cracks, no air, no light.
I turned around to make the first step in that choking darkness. There you stood, shining, strong, beautiful, beloved by many. Continue reading “About the Doors”