What is it about a closed door that specifically makes us feel shut out? What type of personal perspective allows for that view? Maybe a closed door indicates to us that we have been cast from our individual Edens. That no matter what land we currently occupy, its landscape is diminished by the fact that it is other than what we perceive that we are being denied. And what are we being denied? We aren’t sure. We just are sure that it is not available to us. And so we stare at the closed door and obsess. Or we storm the castle to retrieve some treasure, though we know not the treasure’s name, only that is must sparkle in it’s shimmering value. I woke up this morning wondering what part we play. What part I play. In the construction of a closed door. Am I the wild thing that needs to be shut off? Do I require the boundaries that a closed door provides? In the murky moments of egress from night to day, I saw that the door was transparent – permeable. There was no key. No threshold that required crossing. And in this receptiveness was access.
Seems like a whole lot of people are holding up signs that demand change. And change is good. But (as a society) are we looking for change that is framed within the confines of what we know? Is it possible to peek behind the curtain of the known and embrace a cultural move towards that which we do not know? Try this: have a conversation with another person (yes, it must involve another person). If you are able to listen without calibrating your response while the other person is talking, then change may be possible.
I'm not talking about the inevitable collapse of any moment or circumstance. That is change that does not necessarily demand our conscious involvement.
I'm talking about shake the foundations and the rafters, practice and practice: change.