September is a mixed bag for me. On the one hand, it heralds the end of those especially sweet long summer days. The season’s playfulness starts to ebb away with the longer, cooler nights of September.
On the other hand, even as I zip up my fleece, I’m also aware of a new energy that sweeps me up in its realm of possibility. The school year brings renewed routine, hope, inquiry. Mosquitos are noticeably absent and the bounty of harvest is bursting forth.
With every transition, with every loss, with every closed door there is also a door that opens. Often we spend so much time focusing on the closed door that our heart closes with it. The closed door is real, to be sure, and needs to be grieved. However, those who get stuck in their sadness tend to forget to turn their heads and look for the open doors.
When you make that shift in attitude and scan for new doors, you invite possibility. What September doors beg to be knocked upon? For me, door #1 is my chorus rehearsals starting up again. Behind another door, the season premier of my favorite television show. Behind door #3 the honking geese as they make their way south. And best of all, a door a little further down the corridor . . . apple cider donuts.
What door is opening for you?