Gratitude

Gratitude - for all the spiritual teachers I have had.  Right now I'm reading a book from Phyl in Australia.  As usual I cannot recall the title, but it's about doors -- what doors are open, what doors are blocked, what door describes my life.  An image of a garden door, a half-door, I guess it's called a cottage door, comes to mind.  A bright red one.  Open to the sunlight from outside, yet safe from slithering asps in the grass, and hopping toads.  A door closed, but never closing off the possibility of conversation with a neighbour passing by, never blocking out the wafting aroma of the lavender now in bloom.  A comfortable warm image.