Thresholds

I have been thinking about doorways lately.  Not the simple kind used to get from room to room, but the kind we use subconsciously to get from day to day.  There is the doorway to clarity, which I find in my daughter’s beautiful blue eyes, so easily and gently found everytime I see her.  There is the doorway to unstoppable confidence, which is open to me every time my parents are near.  They never fail to believe in anything I attempt.  There is the doorway to eternal youth, which I experience anytime my husband smiles.  It’s that smile that takes me back to being twenty-three again, meeting him for the first time and getting lost in the beautiful eyes that became my daughter’s birthright.  And looming somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, is the doorway to my past life.  The people in that room are all meaningful to me yet I have struggled to embody all that they’ve taught me.  In the acceptance of myself, I now find peace there in the doorway.  And amazingly, the big, heavy, mahogany door to my real life is opening without any effort from me.  It’s time to go write…