October 10, 2010

Nothing Feels More Welcoming

Must do projects fill the morning, 
but my mind is filled
with old doors and favorite places.

Nothing feels more welcoming to me than
going through doors worn by time 
and crossing the thresholds thousands of
feet have crossed before mine.

Certainly this threshold has seen far fewer
entrants, but that door.
Oh yeah, that door. 


Teresa Evangeline said...

I Love old doors and I like your line, "crossing the thresholds thousand of feet have crossed..." that continuity, that connection to others...

Sea Mist and Sunsets said...

Thanks Teresa. They tell so many stories, those old doors. You are so right, "that connection to others". Our common ground and passage.

Basket gal said...

I love old doors and old doorknobs, too. The kitchen door in Canada is one of my favorites. I have always wanted to write a book entitled "If The Doorknob Could Speak". Can you imagine everything it has heard for in the past 100 plus years?

Sea Mist and Sunsets said...

That particular doorknob must be coated in layer upon layer of family history. Still some of Flips granddad's cells in there too I'm betting. And while we are on it...still hoping Flips pens those tales someday.

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