Whether it’s going outside the castle walls, entering a home, crossing into a sacred space, or stepping into a new phase of life, doorways symbolize the passage of time and the transformation that occurs as we move from one phase of life to another. Like my yoga teacher Rose pointed out this week: “Nothing lasts forever, Barb.” Yup. Yoga is one doorway I move through every day, so that I might learn to notice and embrace the truth of impermanence.
We will pass through many doorways. We may choose to go in to and out of some, while life pushes us across others, kicking and screaming. After passing over some thresholds, we can’t turn back, and are never the same again. Whether we have chosen it or not—a doorway can leave us blank and empty, wondering who we are. And what to do next, if anything.
But doorways know. They know that “I am my silence. I am not the busyness of my thoughts or the daily rhythm of my actions. I am not the stuff that constitutes my world. I am not my talk. I am not my actions. I am my silence. I am the consciousness that perceives all these things. When I go to my consciousness, to that great pool of silence that observes all the intricacies of my life, I am aware that I am me. I take a little time each day to sit in silence so that I can move outward in balance to the great clamour of living.”
May we all take a little time each day this Summer to walk through the doorways of stillness and silence. So that we might come closer to who we really are.