“Someone’s knockin’ at the door /Somebody’s ringin’ the bell / Someone’s knockin’ at the door / Somebody’s ringin’ the bell / Do me a favor / Open the door and let’em in, ooh yeah … “ (Paul McCartney, “Let’em In”)
Thinking about doors, and don’t know why … Stranger things have happened, and I don’t know why. Stranger things are not always a loss, not always a bummer, not always a washout. And doors get opened, and doors get closed, and I really, seriously, don’t know why.
“When people keep repeating / That you’ll never fall in love /When everybody keeps retreating / But you can’t seem to get enough / Let my love open the door / Let my love open the door / Let my love open the door … To your heart.” (Pete Townsend, “Let My Love Open The Door”)
Someone told me doors are to keep people out, and to keep people in. Some sojourners are looking for a safe place, a place of rest. Others may be looking for a non-safe place, where the crazy-talk is, where emotions are hellish. I like safe places, and doors play a part in all that. Closed doors can really get to me. Times like that, I ask “What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go?” So, if you come by, find the door locked, leave me a voicemail, an EMAIL, a text, a scribbled note with some tape on the door, or a carrier pidgeon.