Open

I pass by this sign daily.  I never notice it in the morning, although it's on.  It's always on.  It belongs to the braid shop.  Resting at the back of the building, I noticed there was another entrance and that maybe the front space I always looked at was only a mere beginning to the space. 

I had to walk over and take a photo - mostly because the sign was talking to me.  

I'm open. 

Open to new things, open to good love, open to new and wonderful experiences, open to new views, open to growth, open to God. 

It's one of those times in life I can't seem to shut the valve off.  I want to some days, but I just can't.  So I stopped fighting.  It comes that moment when you have to be open to certain things and people. 

Mostly, I'm open to love and God.  It seems to be a running theme in my life.  The two always walking hand in hand and visiting me.  But I feel open.  

It's not a bad thing.  It's a special time in my life, albeit one that's difficult and sad, but it's one most of us will all head through if we live long enough. 

I'm thankful for these peaceful and special moments.  The moments I'm able to sit with those I love and look in their faces.  All of the love, the hugs, the kindness extended in this time.  It's just special. 

Open.