This image is borrowed from Dan Anton’s blog: nofacilities.com with his permission.
It had stood as a barrier for so many years that people forgot why it was there in the first place. And then, there was no one left to remember.
It stood proudly for many years. Shiny and strong. It was a barrier yes, for a while but it was also an acknowledgment: This is my place. You may be welcome. The gate did open.
Over the years, lovers traded stolen kisses across that gate. Recipes were exchanged and broken hearts mended. Friends passed through the fence a thousand times and arguments ended with a slammed gate, a thousand times more. But everything moves on, inexorably. Children become parents and grandparents become ancestors. Generations. Families. Years become decades. Everything dies.
Alone. The once shiny posts turned brown with rust and there was no one left to scrape it clean. Hinges broke and the fence fell. In time it was absorbed by the forest. A forest that once was kept at bay by the shiny new fence. All that was left was the gate.
There was a sense of pride, a sense of a job well done. You see, the gate was not inanimate. It may have been created by the hands of people but spirits are alive in places that we do not know and cannot understand. But it was time.
The Spirit from within the gate felt the life force beginning it’s final journey and it remembered. Laughter and tears, wild eyed curiosity and astonishment. Life was a strange and wonderful experience. For a time. Now, sleep.
Wonderful and evocative writing, Pam! 😀
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Thank you.
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This is wonderful, Pam. I will think of you every time we walk past this gate. You have given it grace and meaning.
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Whew! Thanks Dan. I did not want to disappoint.
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Not to worry, Pam. This was very good.
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Those gates are indeed a representation of so many things dear lady. Beautifully written, made me ponder many a gateway in my life 😀
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Thank you Mark
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Lovely post Pam.
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Thanks
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Just beautiful!
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Thank you Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Pam.
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What a lovely metaphor about time. I smiled at this: This is my place. You may be welcome. The gate did open. Subtle. Strong.
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Thank you.
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A beautiful story about the gate, Pamela. It now has an immortal personality.
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Thanks John.
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This is amazing.
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Thanks.
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🙂🏔🏞
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I’m with you in believing the spirit world lives in many different places, and so needless to say I love this. The idea of this gate’s journey into the mystic, yes.
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Thank you so much.
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🙂
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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thanks
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I love this…
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Thanks Carol
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well done – the writing was smooth and fit that image from Dan so well
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Thanks. My muse was intrigued the moment I saw that picture.
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