This week Michael invites us to consider the concept of an open door.
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It beckoned, and she fought curiosity.
Her side was in darkness, but the light shone through, teasing, tormenting and calling her to go and see.
Where would it lead?
What would she find?
Would she like it?
Could she come back?
All these questions puttered around in her head, indecision mocking her, her inner self calling her a coward for lacking a sense of adventure.
The thing was, she was happy with her lot. She had her creature comforts, knew the lay of the land, was well fed and warm. Did she really want to potentially give it all up and go through the door into the Beyond and heaven knows what that awaited her?
The door opened a little wider, like a yawn in the wall, the light extending across the floor in a golden pathway, brighter and more tempting.
She shifted in her bed, trying to see round the door jamb to get an idea of what lay on the other side.
The angle was all wrong, so she dropped her head back on the cushion, disappointed, but still curious.
The golden path widened, projected beams of light dancing on the walls. Fat chance she had of getting back to sleep now. The room was too bright, glorious rainbows stretched unseen fingers and caressed her cheek. It felt nice actually. Soothing. Warm. Calming.
Maybe she would get up and take a look.
As she crossed the threshold, the door closed silently behind her, all elements of its presence fading into the shadows.
‘I’m sorry sweetheart,’ her father said as they looked down at the ‘sleeping’ dog in her basket.
‘Meg was old and her time had come. She’s gone to Rainbow Bridge but you’ll meet again.’
Nine year old Patty smiled through her tears and said simply