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Opening one door, a friend tells me, opens another.

All week I see doors.

A friend shares a poem with me. I like it, fold it, carry it in my purse.

Later, I am in a cafe with another friend. Let's write, we say, and I pull out the poem as a prompt. The room buzzes with conversation and our small table is crowded with spent cups, dirty spoons. We lean in, heads bent, to read the poem aloud. Ohh, that line, we say, and this image. We are moved, lifted. We have opened a door. Pens move across pages. We walk new rooms. We feel possible.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, wrote William Blake, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

The line itself is a door. Jim Morrison's band, The Doors, took its name from Aldous Huxley's book The Doors of Perception, the title of which was a reference to a line in Blake's book, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.

All these doors, these openings to more.

What if we saw every moment as a door. Which would we welcome, walk through, wander? And to what would our wonder lead?

It's Thankful Thursday!
Gratitude. Appreciation. Praise.
Please join me in a weekly pause to appreciate the people, places & things that bring joy. What are you thankful for today?