Day 7. The Magic Door. I always wanted to wander across a hidden door in a tree. I knew that I would open the door- that was never the question. The question of what was inside never really bothered me either, I just knew it would be somewhere better than school, or homework, or sleepless nights – whatever darkened my days. Years later, after being married, raising children, saying goodbye to loved ones, growing older – I stand a pretty good chance of actually finding such a door. Before, it was all about me. Now, I have gifts to give, stories to tell, songs to sing. I will be far better company for whomever lives here. I might even get invited to tea.
janet balboa 