Closed

I passed this sign today.

Closed.

{Not forever; just for

the winter season.}

Made me recall that

old saying, When one

door closes, another one

opens.

Instead of ice cream after

baseball games on sweltering

summer evenings, now it's hot

cider on chilly fall nights.

Open.

My son had his 12-nearly-13 year
 check up today.  At 5'11'', 

the days of me enfolding all

of him on my lap or in my

arms are over.....closed.  But

now when he accompanies

me on errands, he proudly

does the heavy lifting.

Open.

The last bloom on my rose

bush greeted me this morning,

a reminder that our precious

growing season is practically

closed.  But, as the garden gets

put to bed, so do worries about

watering, weeding and trimming!

Open.

My yoga group split up this 

fall after one member dropped

out, one moved and the host's

schedule made it tricky to meet

there anymore.  Closed, after five
 years of seeing each other twice, 

then more recently, once a week.  

Things like this run their natural 
course, said my wise hubby. 

He's right.

This winter I can fill that free hour

with snowshoeing or cross-country

skiing on the lake across the road.

Open.

Still accessorizing at 94 : )

My grandma, Gigi, sailed quietly

into her 94th year this fall, not

knowing most of the family that

loves her, a closure I will never

really get over.  But when I last

sat with her and observed her 

unique mannerisms and funny

expressions, which persist despite

dementia, I felt blessed with the

knowledge that~ no matter what ~

our true spirit remains with us

until we are called home.

Open.

Yes, seasons change.

Children grow.

Flowers wilt.

Friends disband.

Memories falter.

But, it's how we respond to

those closed doors that makes

all the difference.

All the difference.

What doors are swinging 

open for you, my friend?

I'd love to know.

xx

Suzanne

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