Thank you Sofia, for opening the Doors for us this week.

A door. It tells us something before we enter, or exit, doesn’t it?

And what it tells us is relative to our character, our imagination, and the story we might try to tell without telling. Bryce Canyon is an expert at that.

It is funny to me that the padlock on this old mining shack in the Grand Canyon is a mere suggestion. Would you yank on it too? It doesn’t hurt to double check, does it?

Of course I don’t always try the door because it would be trespassing. That said, my nosy self will look through the slats to see the secret garden on the other side. Or knock. We can always knock.

Doors. They are such a profound way of saying, join us as in Porto’s Cathedral or stay as in the famous Livaria Lello.

And what about places that say...keep going there is more to see? I love those doors.

Some may debate what a true door should look like. Well…leave your ego at the door, because in my neck of the woods, a door can be as simple as finding your way.

A door. It can be a place for “No Boys Allowed“. You do remember those days? Maybe you prefer an open door policy. The way we approach a door is truly reflective of our character, isn’t it?

And what if a door seems to be coming and going? What if it looks like the beginning of something grand, or fear of the unexpected?

And what if you just go?

What if?

Wind Kisses, Donna