The Small Doorways
Yesterday, I found an old photograph tucked into a library book—someone’s birthday party from forty years ago. Children in paper hats, a cake with frosting roses, a woman laughing with her whole body. I don’t know who they are. But for a moment, I carried them with me. Their joy touched my Tuesday afternoon. nel zel blog
And when you feel lost—don’t look for the big gate. Look down. Look beside you. There’s almost always a small, quiet door. The Small Doorways Yesterday, I found an old
— Nel Zel
With my hands around a warm cup,
We spend so much of our lives waiting for the loud answers—the thunderclap moments, the grand arrivals, the things that announce themselves with trumpets. But I’ve begun to suspect that the real doorways are small. But for a moment, I carried them with me