One of the blogs I read had this on it yesterday:
"Ever had a day so crazy you just wanted to stop the world and get off
for awhile? When I have those days, I start imagining a door. It’s kind
of like my front door, but there’s something much more interesting on
the other side of it than my porch. It’s what you see to the left here
— the dreamlike Matavulu Blue Hole in Vanuatu, on the island of
Espiritu Santo. Fed by abundant rainwater, the hole (which begs for a
more expressive name) is a deep and crystal clear oasis of perfectly
refreshing 72 degree water, no matter how sweltering it is on the
island. Ahhhhh. So what we’d love to know is this: if you had a secret
door you could escape through once in a while, where would it lead?"
I would have to say my secret door would open up on to the top of Sacre Coeur's dome
in Paris back on our honeymoon in 2001. It was a 30 minute climb up to
the top of the dome through centuries old stairs that were worn down in
the middle, across roofs with no railings and through doors that were
only 5 feet tall. Thom and I were the only ones up there. The view is
just simply spectacular... the Eiffel Tower in the distance to our
right, the modern art museum Pompidou Centre to our left. The sun was
low in the sky and there was a swift wind rolling over us making my
hair fly all around. It's nice to remember who we were then... and
really incredible to consider the journey we've been on since then. On
a stressful day, I'd love to open my front door to that day, that
scene, the intensely amazing start to our marriage.
Where does your Secret Door lead?
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