And another opens.

It's hard to write down what has been upon my mind. Truth be told - I'm not really sure I know myself. What I do know is this: dirt between my toes is healing, physical labor is my new meditation and nothing looks sillier then a dog who is smiling, swimming and carrying her ball all at the same time.

Attached to this blog is a photo I took last Thanksgiving at my grandparents house. At the time the image was purely sentimental. Although that nostalgia still persists, when I looked at this photo today something more symbolic looked back at me. Unfortunately, my fingers fail my mind which fails my heart who speaks only in feelings. I will puzzle this out and promise that if an epiphany should fall in my lap, I will share it.

In the meantime I offer you this closed door.