Doors

There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
— Jim Morrison

I’m thinking Morrison meant The Doors, as in the name of his rock band. Either way, I love the quote. I’d like to think we all have doors available to us. Doors to open, doors to close, doors to kick down, or kick open. Door No. 1, or 2, or 3 to choose from, where mystery and surprise await. Old doors, new doors. Doors held open or barricaded shut. There are doors to knock on, those broken into, the half opened door, and the one you want to cross its beautiful threshold to the other side but always find it locked. Cheap, thin doors, and the heavy, thick ones everyone feels safe behind.

The Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore
The Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore
Or maybe it just appears that way.

As I kid I wished for secret powers. First to be able to fly. Second to see through things. I still wish for both.

Torcello, island in Venice
Torcello, island in Venice
In the meantime, I write about what goes on behind closed doors. Inside, I know there is at least one person yearning to fly somewhere far, far away, either mentally, physically, or both.

“Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend. To understand the things that are at our door is the best preparation for understanding those that lie beyond.”–Hypatia