OPEN TO THE POWER WITHIN

Doors

We were doing the flooring of our house and the front door and back door had been taken off the hinges and kept aside. The sender tile layers worked diligently till 8 pm on New Year’s Eve and were eager to go home and celebrate the coming of the new year.

But there was no sign of the carpenter. The doors had to be fixed: leveled and fitted into the wooden frames. The women were getting into a panic. It was already past 8; what if the carpenter didn’t turn up. The house stood open, an invitation to thieves and murderers.

Doors. I looked at the two wooden doors. Were they such an insurance against calamity? Were they sufficient protection against any evil intent and acts? Without doors sealing/closing the apertures in the walls, we couldn’t sleep, couldn’t rest, couldn’t relax. Never before had I been so aware of the importance of doors.

Doors. Could we forget about them and sleep soundly? Like our ancient ancestors who were unfamiliar with doors? How much of a cool breeze would waft through the house and how invigorating would it be to have the night sky with wisps of clouds, brilliant stars and the golden moon flow through the open spaces of the house? How close to nature could the house and all its inmates be?

I wondered if I were alone, would I sleep unafraid in this house with no doors ?
However, the carpenter came; the doors were put back in place. The family carefully locked themselves in and slept peacefully secure.

Doors. Could we forget about them and sleep soundly? Like our ancient ancestors who were unfamiliar with doors? How much of a cool breeze would waft through the house and how invigorating would it be to have the night sky with wisps of clouds, brilliant stars and the golden moon flow through the open spaces of the house? How close to nature could the house and all its inmates be?

And there is another aspect to doors. If the door is open, I am safe. I like to keep all options open. Anything can go wrong. Life is unpredictable. Escape routes are already in place. If the marriage doesn’t work, there is always divorce. If A doesn’t suit, there is B to Z and beyond. Arguments are ready. The mind is busy manufacturing reasons, logical assumptions, and conclusions. Doors within doors. A kaleidoscope of revolving doors. Nesting lifetimes. Lifetime within lifetime within lifetime, to the very beginning of life itself.

Have you ever considered that comfort zones are closed doors? Chocolate ice cream every time. Holidays only to the same hill station. Birthdays celebrated in the same way, year after year. Rituals which are familiar and safe. Doors can be recognized by these statements:’ I have never gone trekking.’, Dancing is not my thing.’ ‘I don’t believe in controversies.’ ‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’ ‘Why ask for trouble.’ ‘Anything for peace.’ ‘I eat only Indian food in Paris, China, Thailand, Russia, Mexico.’ ‘I like it, what’s wrong with that’.

What if we ventured to peek outdoors? Perhaps we could be entertained by squirrels chasing each other up and down an old tree? Perhaps we could discover a love of singing in an old undusted corner within ourselves? A discerning eye for antiques? A creative spark which can be kindled into a roaring passion? Perhaps we may find our own selves?

Considering doors again. When one door closes, another opens without fail. What if there were no doors? what if there were only open space? Would life be an ever flowing, eternal continuum? What would become of this strong personal belief? Another cloak to shed? Crutch of nothing?
There are a myriad uses of doors. To protect ourselves. Against vicissitudes, change, the unknown.

We have used doors to close our mind; to shut out family; to shut in fears..locking in money, jewelry, hiding intimacy, nudity, truth.
Can we live without doors? Could Life be an open spatial experience? Could we just Be?