"Beyond the Yellow Door"

I continued to survey the door, trying to come to a decision.I knew it was critical that I not act in haste; my mind wandering back to other times, other doors, and I knew this would be my last chance.

Freedom, my understanding of it and my ability to evaluate my situation had brought me here, in what seemed to have been an insular task. In fact many others were with me in thought, and I had only to think of them and they would come to my aid should I need it.

Fear drove me back, other doors I had travelled through had not brought the answers I was seeking; had in fact at times brought emotional and physical pain. Only the knowledge that the children of a thousand generations depended on me alone for salvation kept me to my task.

They would understand, these yet unborn. They would not blame me if I did not make this attempt, for they would see in me only their own weaknesses. And yet I felt for them as a mother for her own children and would not see them suffer, would indeed suffer myself on their behalf.

The yellow door beckoned, promising much, but still I hesitated. I knew in my heart that I was capable of everything I dreamed of but I was also acutely aware that my past failures were responsible for this sense of procrastination.

Gingerly I reached out, and took my first tentative steps toward the door, steadying myself as I went, with the thoughts of those who had come this way before me. They too had a personal quest to overcome and their power and strength were with me now supplementing my own magic until I succeeded.

As the door swung slowly on its hinges not a sound was heard and the space within glowed seductively with a gentle light that washed around me, filling me with peace and a true sense of purpose.

Ultimately the responsibility for success was mine and I had to cherish this sense of purpose for it was this I needed above all else to see me through what lay ahead.

Further steps toward the door and, the decision made, no more hesitant steps, but strong confident ones that exuded determination. I can see beyond the yellow door.

"Beyond the Yellow Door"

Debi Meadows

Thornside, Australia

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“Hope makes our heart our home”

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