I love taking pictures of doorways. I love doorways in general. They have such symbolism in our daily lives — arriving, departing, leaving our pasts behind us, entering into our futures. They suggest mysteries undiscovered and experiences unmet. The wicked imps of depression are nipping at my heels just now; I am trusting that the days to come will offer some relief and solace and help me get back to being myself. This is a doorway that has appeared in my path unexpectedly so many times, leaving me at a loss as to how to move through it every single time. I stand before the door to depression, fighting the imps that are trying to hasten me through, doing my best to kick them aside. I have made promises that keep me from succumbing, from falling through the door, from giving in. I instinctively wait it out until that doorway fades from the path before me, leaving it clear and bright. And now, I am waiting. But it is hard.

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Ojo Caliente, New Mexico.

Quote of the day: “No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars or sailed an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.” — Helen Keller

Daily gratitudes:
Helicopter seedpods
The concert on Wednesday night
That Kelsea had safe travels – it’s hard to have my little girl far away
Bed
Books