For you to enter through another door inside the house of your life. The house where nothing ever fades or goes away. Where everything is there with you and nothing is lost. Where there are rooms with light that the cat likes to stretch in. Rooms where equipment to heat or clean is stored. Rooms of such frequent use they are invisible to you now. Others that are dim and cold, waiting for a warmer season. Rooms of pleasure. Rooms of hard work and labor. Rooms with nowhere to rest. A new room is readied. You’re about to walk through. You can smell fresh pine board on the floor, or fluffy carpet. There are windows and light, or just walls. A haven where nothing has yet been said. It has all been prepared. The way is laid. There’s nothing you need do but turn the handle, push gently, and enter in.
” All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well,” said Julian of Norwich.