Not open

Closed. No light. No change. No possibility. Clenched jaw. Immovable block.

Open. Available. Interested. Curious. 

The interesting thing about being open is that even if we are the tiniest bit open, we are open, whereas if we are closed, it is a zero-sum game.

Having bumped into a few closed people these last few days, not an ounce of interest or light or flexibility around a particular topic, I reverted to myself.

Where am I closed, if anywhere? Where do I sit in my stinky righteousness? 

These places of rigidity are the dark places within. Black holes, sucking light and life.

I look back at my life and ponder how ten years ago, I believed with a zealous fervour some things were true, only now to look upon these beliefs with horror. How could I have believed that?

And I wonder what I will see in another ten years that has me gape in amazement at my gullibility.

The key is found in those black holes of closed. 

Photo Taken October 31st  2023