Back in the days when I was just "visiting" in the Lot, my friend Stuart would regularly say (with his incredible Welsh accent): "When one door closes, Laury, another will open." It wasn't like I hadn't heard that before. It wasn't like I didn't believe it back then. I did. I loved the visual. Sometimes I'd even open and close doors to get the sensual of the visual. It helped me move on.
I'm not sure what's going on these days, but most of my doors are slightly "ajar". And, I'm not the only one. Conversations with friends and family in St. Louis, as well as in New Orleans, lead me to wonder what is going on in the world that leaves us all dangling in the breeze. There seems to be no settling. And then, with all these doors "slightly ajar": you can't quite get in; you can't quite get out; do you stay?; do you go?; and, when does the circling stop? I'm beginning to wonder if times like these require some kicking open and slamming shut? Something about that feels really powerful! I like my doors opened or closed.
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