When one closes…


“…another door opens”. We’ve heard this saying at least once in our lifetime told by those that have walked our path alongside us before this current time; and spoke to those that follow or walk beside us in the meantime.

Garden gate

A door “is a moveable barrier used to cover an opening …to give access and closed more or less securely using a combination of latches and locks. Doors are nearly universal in buildings of all kinds, allowing passage between the inside and outside, and between internal rooms. Doors are often symbolically endowed with ritual purposes, and the guarding or receiving of the keys to a door, or being granted access to a door can have special significance.” (from Wikipedia)

I like old batter drenched with history doors. They talk silently with its texture, the obscure grooves that define its contours, the fresh coat of paint gleaming with it glossiness screaming its untold past of old and the people that have caressed its rusty handle. Known by many different names for its design and purpose, a door is universal and known by everyone. But everyone has a different one in front of them waiting to be open or close.

Flora Whittemore said “The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live”.
Room at El Morro

I’m in search of doors, to open and to close. For the ones that will be closed, I lay to rest the finish business that dragged me to despair, to anger, to be a less human being, to deny myself of being better and having better. Others I’ll close to come back to them again in some near future when I’m a stronger soul and can face what waits behind. Most of them I close for the experiences have granted me wisdom in order to open new ones. A few have been locked forever not closed; I gaze upon them with sadness, whispering in my thoughts what if.

For this, to decide the kind of life I want to live, I’ve become “an opener of doors”, my doors, as Ralph Waldo Emerson suggested. Well, the doors of my kids most be held open, until they can rely on themselves to do this task with confidence. I’ll open them not with fear or uncertainty of what lurks behind, but with head held high and eyes staring at the sky above thanking for the blessing of each day. I’m growing internally with just this simple action, molding myself into a better human being, slowly but surely.

Fort door

Nothing to fear, even thou the shadow of uncertainty is near, for as J.R.R. Tolkien wrote in “Three Is Company,” from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: “’It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,’ he used to say.  ‘You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to’.”  So here I go to follow the road full of words that waits me, which I make step by step shaping what’s to come in the horizon. Wish me luck, there are doors to be open in those places!

“When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.”, Michael Bridge.

What door waits to be open or close by you?

(You might enjoy “The door in front of me”, something I wrote not long ago, when my years where less and a writer was growing.)


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6 thoughts on “When one closes…

  1. Puertas hay muchas, pero solamente una nos toca abrir, por lo que pedimos a Dios nos de sabiduria para saber cual abrir.

    TQM tu tía madrina,

    Margarita Román

  2. Love the way you took the normal symbolic meaning of doors and gave it a deeper meaning in a personal sort of way

    and the J.R.R. Tolkien reference took me by suprise(beautifully awesome)

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