Opening Doors

“In the world there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I wonder about these doors, and I wonder how many I have passed by and not seen because I was too busy or distracted or tired. I wonder how many I have stood at, thinking about what lay on the other side, then turning away because I was too afraid. How many times have I stayed in the shadows where it feels safe, or made excuses. Sometimes opening a door is as simple as sitting down to write instead of sitting down to watch TV. Sometimes it’s about choosing to be present to the moment that lies shining here in the palm of my hand instead of getting stuck in the stories inside my head. It’s too easy to end up lost in the passages, walking forward but not really going anywhere except where you’ve been before… over the same territory in your mind, in your choices. I think maybe it has to do with being still long enough to listen to your life speak, to listen to God speak in that still small voice that is more powerful than a whirlwind. Then following that voice wherever it leads, through the door into the wide open space of new things, both big and small. I think this not going through the doors can become a habit, a kind of apathy of the mind. I have many stories that keep me outside the doors and they sound so sensible, so full of wisdom. And the resistance grows with each retelling so that I become more and more entrenched in the in between spaces where life stands still. I need to begin telling new stories.


A beginning…

“And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings”

  Meister Eckhart

“Everything starts somewhere, though many physicists disagree. But people have always been dimly aware of the problem with the start of things. they wonder how the snowplough driver gets to work, or how the makers of dictionaries look up the spelling of words.”

Terry Pratchett


I like that quote by Eckhart; beginnings do have a magic all their own. But I also like Pratchett’s thoughts. Once you decide to begin, how do you go about it? So here I am at the beginning of a new adventure. I have thought about blogging for a long time, and like so many other things I have talked myself out of it. But today was the day of “…suddenly you know…” and I decided to trust the magic. No doubt there will be many days of wondering “…how to look up the spelling of words…” but for now it’s mostly about navigating my way around the technology of the process. I have already endured being laughed at by one of my tech savvy sons for my lack of smarts. “That’s internet 101!” he quipped, at my inability to do something apparently simple- and I have been using the internet for years! I feel overwhelmed at the thought of all I may yet need to learn, and all the mistakes I will no doubt make. Maybe no-one will read these scribbles, but I believe this endeavour will have its own rewards for me. I love words; I love the way they look, and I love the way they sound. I love the smell of books and the rustle of pages. Books and, especially recently, the process of writing have been powerful agents in my own journey toward growth, change and wholeness. So here in this little space I will be sharing my thoughts and experiences on my days.  Here goes…