On dreams and door knobs

Door knob downtown Apalachicola, FL

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

Emily Dickinson

“Open the door.”

In the smudgy first seconds of the day, where eyes are still closed and dreams are still open, I heard my husband say, “Open the door.”

This is odd because I live in home where so often doors are opened for me. R is a Southern gentleman through and through, including soft-spoken, “Yes Ma’ms” and “No Sirs” and opening doors for women.  He doesn’t believe I’m helpless; it’s his way of showing respect.  The truth is between R and the four young men Brillants, The Girl and I rarely ever touch a door knob.

Purple door downtown Apalachicola, FL

A door knob.  The place of ACTIVATION.

It has become my EXPECTATION that doors will open for me.

This action {or lack of action} seeps into my spiritual expectations.  When I look at my life and how PATH has opened and closed, I realize that I have in many ways stopped opening my own doors.  This aligns beautifully with the spiritual practice of WAITING.

“Wait on the Spirit to lead.”

“Trust God.”

“Open your hand.”

“Let go of ego.”

But I wonder.  When am I supposed {if ever} to grab a hold of a door knob and turn it.

To swing a door wide open and Enter In.

By | 2016-10-19T14:20:33+00:00 February 8th, 2012|Honestly|4 Comments

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  • Wow. This is beautiful, powerful, timely. Love.

    • Hey Shauna-friend – Good to hear from you. Yes, knowing when to rest and when to move can be tough for a fire-starter. So excited for what’s ahead!

  • Mmm good word!

    • Hope! Thanks for stopping by. Many beautiful doors in Central America, no?