Gratitude - for all the spiritual teachers I have had. Right now I'm reading a book from Phyl in Australia. As usual I cannot recall the title, but it's about doors -- what doors are open, what doors are blocked, what door describes my life. An image of a garden door, a half-door, I guess it's called a cottage door, comes to mind. A bright red one. Open to the sunlight from outside, yet safe from slithering asps in the grass, and hopping toads. A door closed, but never closing off the possibility of conversation with a neighbour passing by, never blocking out the wafting aroma of the lavender now in bloom. A comfortable warm image.
