Monthly Archives: February 2015
I love driving in the fog. It’s so still and mysterious and gives me time to expand my imagination. It transforms the ordinary into extraordinary. Whenever I get a chance to drive in the fog, I take the access roads to work. Not because it’s “safer,” but because I can drive slowly and enjoy.
Most folks don’t like driving in the fog because they’re in a hurry and hurry in “bad” weather spells danger on the road. For me, driving in fog is relaxing and I don’t want to deal with speeders, trucks or other hindrances, so I get off the freeway and take the freer mode of transportation on the access roads where life goes by at a slower pace.
Fog blurs outlines, transforms terrain, causes us see things differently. Fog has the ability to surprise us, or make us take a closer look at life. How many times have I traveled past a house or clump of trees and never noticed until fog changes the appearance? How many times have I driven the same route daily without noticing where I am along the route until fog forces me to pay attention to my surroundings? “Oh, am I already at the Tinnon house? Wait, I haven’t even reached the cemetery yet?
Fog is a reminder of the times I take life for granted, the times I overlook experiences, people, ideas because I’m caught up on the whirlwind of routine. Fog is a reminder to “be still” and know God, know myself, really see the people in my life.
On the other side of the fog, awaits life as it is meant to be lived: full of adventure, excitement, enthusiasm, and breathtaking moments.
Some may recognize the title of this blog as that of a novel by Robert Heinlein; one of my favorite novels, BTW. However, this blog isn’t about the novel or even science fiction; rather, it is about actual doors.
I love architecture and there is nothing more basic in architecture than a door. You can tell a lot about a house (and a person) by the doors leading into the building or into various rooms.
Doors have character. Doors can be inspiring. Doors can lead us into adventure, romance, success, and love. Doors can also hide, shelter, and surprise. I am reminded of the 1800s in England when families spent Christmas Eve decorating the tree and hiding it behind closed doors until Christmas morning. Doors have strength. Sometimes a plain, blue, wooden door can defend against more hordes than the latest technology.
I love surfing Pinterest for intriguing and unique doors. Some are wooden, some are carved, some are colorful, some are ruined, but all have that intangible something that proclaims “art!”
Doors can welcome and doors can also shut out. As individuals, we have “doors” in our personal lives. Sometimes those doors stand wide open, saying “come in and sit a spell.” At other times, our doors are firmly shut against the world, against hurt, against life. It takes a tremendous amount of courage to open the doors of one’s heart and invite someone in. It takes even more courage to keep the door open in the face of hurt or adversity, to let someone know, “I invited you in and in spite of everything that’s happened, you are still welcome; you are still part of my life.”
So what do we do about the doors we inadvertently slammed shut and long to open back to the light and life, but fear to? Sometimes we can’t do it with our own strength. Maybe the door is wedged because of bitterness or desperation. Maybe the door is swollen shut because of pride or anger. In those cases, it takes someone from the outside, someone who has taken the time to find the right key to our hearts, to open those doors and help us start living again.
Doors are not to be feared; rather, doors are to be embraced and utilized. They enclose heat and warmth and light, shut out the bitter cold and wild elements, provide beauty, and most of all shelter us from the harshness of the crueler elements of life.