Slipping Through Doorways

"Not knowing when
the dawn will come
I open every door."

- Emily Dickenson

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Strange things blow in

through my window

on the wings

of the night wind

and I don't worry 

about my destiny.

- Carl Sandburg

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"Poetry is the opening

and closing of a door, 

leaving those who look
through to guess

about what is seen
during the moment.

- Carl Sandburg

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"I cannot sleep for dreaming; 

I cannot dream but I wake 

and walk about the house

as though I'd find you

coming through some door."

- Arthur Miller

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"There was a door

to which I found no key:

There was the veil
through which I might not see."

- Omar Khayyam

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"Listen;

there's a hell of

a good universe

next door: 

let's go."

- e.e. cummings

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There's something enchanted about a door, something fantastic about a window. I see them everywhere, and want to slip through them to whatever lies beyond. I am very much a dreamer and the little girl inside me believes there are portals everywhere. I can be Alice, turning the key in a very small door, or laying her hand against a looking glass, and stealing into Wonderland. I suppose this means that I long to escape, and that might make me seem an unhappy sort.

In reality however, that is far from true.

 

I have a life full of happiness(es) as well as sorrows. I thrive on the intensity of my friendships and relationships; they give me reason to put pen to paper, or to craft something of beauty from glass, wire, ribbon or stones. I can't deny though, that I've always dreamed of cracks in my world, of holes in the shadows where I might sneak through into a place of glowing, winged fairies or french-speaking blackbirds, or worlds built of clockwork and steam.

 

I do long for escape. I've done it for decades -- chasing Alice down the rabbit hole, and into those unexplored spaces between the pages of my favorite books. There is in me, a healthy imagination; and tucked away in one of the pockets of my little girl self is the indisputable belief that I can fly.

 

So if you dream along with me of slipping through doorways, pick one and we'll turn the knob...

Come away with me and we'll fly...

 

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