I love doors...their worn beauty, their history and stories. Who has come and left through them? Who came running back into the arms of love...who never returned?
I also love their deep symbolism...of change, of opening yourself up to a new mystery.
Or maybe of shutting something out for good. Something that no longer serves you on your journey...or is actually doing you harm.
A gentle soft click of the latch, or a resonating slam! I get to choose who and what I will let in, and what I will keep out. I choose to let in the light and good. I choose to think that hope lies waiting behind that door...I just have to have the courage to reach out and turn the knob.
These are my cone flower fairies...ready to work their magic and step into their little paper boat off to the realm of beauty.