In my old house, there was a piece of duct tape covering a hole in the cracked glass window of the front door. I thought I was quite clever to tape up the draft but five years later, YES FIVE, I was replacing the tape and not the glass or the door. This was the sole entrance to our family home yet what was a little duct tape? Well, it was a metaphor for many things that were going on behind closed doors; both in the home and in my mind.
The doorway is an amazing visual. It is both a transition point and a boundary.
Doorways may represent a delicious opportunity……or closure to lessons learned and the drama of yesterday.
The doorway is a choice;
a point where you can continue forward,
pause and contemplate
or pass on by.
My Girlfriend Voice 