"There are things known
and things unknown and
in between are the doors."
A little while ago, I was getting lost in images of luxurious unmade beds. I knew it was because I was tired. I wanted to sink into those beds and not wake up till I was good and ready. But of course, life goes on and we run with it. Now I seem to be fixated on doors, and in fact, they may be a perfect metaphor for where I find myself at this moment. Some doors are opening for me, letting in a fresh breeze, but as yet I am standing just back from the threshold, face turned into the warmth of the sun, content to be at a remove. And yet, something is calling me forward. I am hovering, trying to discern what it is. Right now, the half-light of the room I am in offers a moment of respite, a quiet corner in which I can breathe and take stock. But the sun keeps rising in the sky, and the day beckons, all smiles.
The room in my mind looks something like the one above. I found it on a lovely visit to Nancy Norton in a just discovered corner of the blogosphere. French window views just slay me. I think I need to go there with my love.