Excerpt from “Doors opening, closing on us” by Marge Piercy:
Maybe there is more of the magical
in the idea of a door than in the door
itself. It’s always a matter of going
through into something else. But
while some doors lead to cathedrals
arching up overhead like stormy skies
and some to sumptuous auditoriums
and some to caves of nuclear monsters
most just yield a bathroom or a closet.
Still, the image of a door is liminal…
Grandma and Granddad
You have seen many doors and received many blessings this year as you have been travelling. What a beautiful poem and what an experience you all have had. Look forward to seeing you soon.
I love this. So. Many. Doors.
I’m seeing you creating an art piece of this back in SF.