Windows, doors…all ways in and ways out, and important in our lives both physically and metaphorically. I have seen doors not just slam shut, but implode before me, leaving me left to pull pieces of splintered wood and glass from my heart, but no matter how hard it has been, there has always been a window, albeit one I might have to smash with my bare hands to get through. The doors and windows in my life now are welcoming and clear, and that’s a very good feeling.
St. Elmo, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” — Helen Keller
Daily gratitudes:
Tattered Cover’s broccoli-cheese soup
MKL
A strange tinge of fall in the air
Surprises
The sunlight on the wings of wheeling flocks of birds
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July 21, 2015 at 9:08 am
Maureen @ Josephina Ballerina
dear KS, So, I wasn’t the only one who was puzzled by the faint tinge of fall in the air the other day! I stopped and sniffed at it like a little animal.
Your post reminds me go the song by Steve Winwood:
I’ll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again.
I’ll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in.
🙂 m & jb who is quite miffed at present that the patio door is NOT open. Humidity is oppressive today. Sorry my darling puss…