Friday, April 1, 2011

Wooden Doors





"I thought how unpleasant it is 
to be locked out; and I thought how 
it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in."

—Virginia Woolf


There is a story to these doors. I saw them and they took me right back to another time in another place. I was five years old, a schoolgirl at Peterborough Primary School in London, England, where our family was living that year. I have no time to tell of it now. I am so very busy at work, in a way that brings home to me that I had been treading water, executing diligently but without true engagement, which I think was my way of protecting myself. Engagement is a whole lot harder! But I will be back to sort through the splinters probably, because today I see all kinds of connections between these doors and who I became. Childish acts can leave such indelible marks on a life. And yet the children are only being children. There is no one to blame. 


7 comments:

  1. I love that photograph, and there's already so much in what you intimate, and the Woolf quote. Very evocative.

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  2. I'm holding my breath.

    And what a terrific quote from Virginia.

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  3. Beautiful in every way. Like you.

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  4. oh, you've got me all enthralled ...
    in every way.

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  5. we await.
    i am happy to hear that you are happily entrenched at work, tho--that's what youre saying, yes?
    i'm heading to the city this weekend for an absurdly brief visit; but... some day, some visit, let's do tea?

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  6. Hi Jody here, nice to meet you, came through Expat Mum. Would love to read more!

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  7. Amazing doors. Perfect paired with the Woolf quote.

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