I admit, I have not thought of doorways enough. But I know that doors let us in. That they lead us somewhere. That they safeguard secrets. That they protect us.
I know this as well – that an open door can represent an abundance of possibilities. What lies on the other side of the door could potentially expand our minds. What awaits us beyond an open door could be what exactly we have been looking for.
I’m thinking now, how art, in many ways, has been to me a doorway. An entry point. An opening. To better friendships and better relationships.
I’m thinking how, behind closed doors, art has been the reflection through which I have faced myself. How art has been what I have sat with, in my attempt to come home to myself. How art has been what I have met in my doorway, ushering me into a space where I am a little more authentic, and softer and kind to myself. I am thinking now, of the possibility of an open doorway, a passage, an ushering in that is not limiting me. I giggle and laugh harder than I have before – I have been ushered, warmly, into a home.