I’d been getting a bit tired of the art work that we have been assigned in my grief support group lately. I was pleasantly surprised to have a writing assignment today. I will share it with you. Feel free to write your own response on your blog. Be sure to email me the link if you do.
While thinking about the journey that you are on, the path to some future goal, close your eyes and imaging the following scenario:
You are on the path (representing your future) and come to a complete stop where there is large door right on the path. You hear a voice, “Keep moving and the door will open.”
I move past the door and to the right. I am picking up speed as I go. Soon, I am running FAST with the wind blowing my hair back. I feel good. Anticipation is building and I am even getting excited. It is time.
I see my family ahead. We join up and, while holding hands, we continue on this, our path. The wildflowers line the trail as it narrows up ahead. We drop back into single file and continue running YaYa, BoBo, DD, and I. Each of us are on the same path (for now any way), but we independently choose the speed of our travel.
The ocean sways to the left of us. I listen to the waves as they move in and out, rhythmically and almost in perfect synch with our footsteps. I am suddenly aware of Tom; it is almost as if Tom is running along with us too. Realizing this, I know at once that we are right on course and that the door was never closed at all. Symbolically, the door is the door to my heart. Not only does it guide me on my journey, but Tom still holds the key and will for as long as I let him.