I was walking my English Mastiff and Frenchie combo this afternoon, in Goleta, near the railroad tracks and close to Highway 101, off Hollister Ave, when I encountered this door. It seemed perfect somehow; obviously symbolic. One door closes and another one opens, right? My dad is dying of terminal cancer…and I’m in love. Strange how life unfolds. Amazing what happens when we have the courage to walk through a new door and allow the old one to close behind us.
One could view this door as cryptic. Or as clearly meaningful. Either way: I found it intriguing. I’m no photographer but my creative mind has always been drawn to unusual or stark images. This one was no different. Life is about choices; the doors we close, the doors we open, the doors we enter and start a new journey within.
Huxley prompted the 60s rock band The Doors to name themselves after his famous nonfiction book on mescaline. I heretofore label this post: The Door of Perception.
*(Notice also there’re two keys still in the door’s locks. One is a Buddha.)
Happy Holidays all. With great love. May all your doors be filled with delight and adventure.
These moments/findings are some of my favorite types of treasures. Your reflection in this written entry exhibits the fruit of finding one! I like to think they're always everywhere all the time, and it's only a matter of if I'm consciously aware or not. Thanks for sharing your treasure Michael.
I got the bottom image. Live the Buddha key. I see the door’s appeal. I wish I had one just like it. Great post—there’s a lot packed into it. I still haven't read that Huxley book. I want to and will likely buy it whenever electricity returns.