The doors are all open

It’s been a very busy few months, and there is a layer of dust on this blog, I know. Yet I think of making entries so very often, that in the end get put off because it’s last on the list of priorities and I just want to collapse into bed! The perfectionist in me is also very fond of self-censoring. But I’ve come into some “easy time”, and so I am back.

I felt something on Sunday, the 5th of April. It was just past noon, and I became aware (as I was in the passenger seat of the car), that there was a feeling in my chest of something dire just averted, as if having come out of a near-accident. As if there had been a fork in the road, and we had taken the better route instead of the one leading to doom. The feeling persisted over lunch then started to fade.

On the way home, the road we took (which we don’t travel often) was lined with flowering trees that were spilling their blooms everywhere. I felt as if there were doors everywhere around, and words were in my head: “The doors are all open!” I could walk in any direction, and be in a beautiful time and place, and every moment was such. 

It led to a quick painting on Monday afternoon, done while my four-year-old was hanging out in my studio with me. She was intrigued by the door in the tree, and wanted to paint her own version too, calling it a “tree house”. And she was especially happy when I let her try out my paints so that she could sprinkle salt on her painting as well for the special effects. Her door on the tree took up the whole trunk! (I append the photo below of our work side by side–hers finished, while mine was still in progress.)

Later that night, we did a short meditation before sleep, and agreed between ourselves to go somewhere fun together in our dreams. “Somewhere fun and nice and with lots of nice people.” For all the dreamwork I’ve done, this was the first time we were making such a plan together.  This morning, lo and behold, when we woke up, we discovered we’d both been to a beach resort island, and exchanged how we’d spent our time there. Even though I’d woken up several times in the night, breaking up my dreams into many “separate” ones, all my dreams had been set in the same place (the beach!), with the kid and her father somewhere in the background. (It turned out they were flying kites.)

Well, anything is possible nowadays!