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When One Door Opens… – Friday Fictioneers

My computer will surely send me over the deep end before long.  It is old and tired and not all that willing to cooperate – more than trying my patience!  Took me than one reboot to get this baby out but finally, here’s my version!  Thank you Rochelle, for your tireless hosting of Friday Fictioneers.  Thank you c.e.ayr for this fabulous picture.  How did you know I love doors?

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ceayr-purple-door

Word count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

When One Door Opens...

She strolled, admiring doorways, a form of meditation, if you will.  She never could sit, pretzel-like, eyes closed, hands out in that famous yoga pose, seeking wisdom.  How the hell were you supposed to empty your mind and breathe when you were cramping up all over the place or going numb?  No, much better to walk…

Alexander Graham Bell’s: “When one door closes another door opens, but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us,” came to mind.

Smiling, she stepped over the chain.

 

63 thoughts on “When One Door Opens… – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Dale,

    I love the description of the yoga/meditation pose. Better to walk and meditate than have to have someone unfold her later. 😉 Obviously she’s a lady who pushes the boundaries. You always manage such wonderful metaphors in your stories. Today is no exception.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. A mystery awaits – I wonder what she’ll find? And I don’t blame her for stepping beyond the chain – I’ve been known to wander down back streets and alleyways, just to see what’s there. Sometimes you find wonderful things.

  3. I, too, love the yoga description – just how can that be comfortable?! I also liked the stepping over the chain symbolism. Sorry to be repeating what others have said, but they are right!

  4. Aye, Mr Bell certainly hit the cat on the heid wi’ that quote, lassie.
    Ah guess there’s a fair few doors open an’ shut in Auld Reekie, eh?
    Oh aye, braw story, lass, weel din.

  5. I can;t walk and chew gum at the same time, so this was difficult to relate to. Nevertheless, I enjoy the axiom of the door being closed. because when it is closed, a window its open. (Except when you’re the traffic manager at a City Council Meeting and you’re crawling out the window … then, it’s not so good.) 😀

  6. Oh, she’s being adventurous by stepping over that chain. I can never meditate in that pretzel shape either. Delightful story, Dale. I hope your computer cooperates better.

  7. Greetings! I love the AGB quote. This story made me consider my own choices for meditation…while I love yoga, I often struggle to keep a clear mind. When I wander or people watch, it’s so much easier.
    I hope the open door she found leads her somewhere fabulous. 🙂

  8. inspiring! I laughed at your description of yoga 🙂 I do yoga, but am no contortionist. Years ago I was told meditation was not something to enter into lightly and only after years of practice – now it’s all the rage and can be done everywhere: sitting as a pretzel, sitting in a chair. I do prefer walking though. I tried zen meditation once – you sit on a pillow for that, but it was torture for my ADhD brain and that was one door I closed 🙂

    • Ha ha! Thanks! So glad you liked and it made you laugh.
      I must admit that most moms suffer some form of ADD… too much to do at a times!
      Yes some doors are not worth it!

  9. I can’t do the still meditation thing. Have tried yoga. Did hang out with the Buddhists for a while, seeking enlightenment while sitting cross-legged and getting fearful cramp in my legs. Walking is the best time to meditate and is often when I compose haiku, which is a form of meditation.
    She did the right thing stepping over that chain in your story. As for the blue door, I was dying to write a story based on the prompt this week but didn’t have time. It’s just that I recently got obsessed with the idea of having my front gate, side door, and garage door painted much the same blue as in the picture. In the end, after a family conference, we agreed a slightly deeper blue, called “Cook’s Blue”.

  10. It takes some people practice to achieve that yoga way of sitting. Indians sit that way often at leisure so they’re used to it. It would be a losing battle with me. I like your character’s way better. Good writing, Dale. Sorry about your computer. I’m having trouble with mine also. 🙂 — Suzanne

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