Yesterday was lovely.
The air felt like spring and people were smiling.
I stayed home most of the day, working on gifts that I am making, till we met friends for dinner at Cadot. At dinner we...
laughed and shared family stories, enjoyed great food, and got to know each other better.
It was the best kind of evening.
The photo above is the door to our apartment in Paris...
When I put all of my holiday fotos on the laptop,
this picture reminded me of a poem.
Yes, I am an abstract artist....but for the life of me,
this poem has confused me for years.
Love you,
me
Doors
An open door says, “Come in.”
A shut door says, “Who are you?”
Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors.
If a door is shut and you want it shut,
why open it?
If a door is open and you want it open,
why shut it?
Doors forget but only doors know what it is
doors forget.
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