I looked at the door, a black letter B.
It has been my door. Why today does it feel so foreign?
I notice I am a stranger knocking on my own door.
My Shadow cast on the wall has a message.
I don't wait to listen, I rush in to be swallowed by the stuff
that has anchored me to a past.
Now I remember the subtle statement from my shadow friend,
"This isn't your pad anymore, really just a holding bin now....
as life prepares to change for good."
HA! I laugh to myself and invite the shadow to come in
and watch the magic transform this holding bin into a fantastic Vessel
that will deliver me ready to cast off lines
and confidently leave this familiar shore
into the Great Unknown
