I listened to a talk on something called "The worlds biggest summit", and in it, the woman giving the talk asked the listeners to paint or draw or collage or something a doorway. So I did. I imediatly saw a warm light surrounded by greens. Somewhere in the deep forest my doorway is gleeming.
Doorway into myself, my inner realm.
Doorway as a passage from one phase to another.
Doorway by which the heart opens up to the world.
What does your door look like?
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