Door.
I love The Sound of Music. All of it. Every lilt in every measure of every song, every line, every shrill shriek from Captain Von Trapp's whistle, every stomp of seven children, every twinkle in Maria's eye, every single nuanced and not-nuanced thing.
Though I don't identify as super-religious in practice, I do appreciate and respect a good religious quote or thought. And nearing the third, some would say less than perfect hour of The Sound of Music, as Maria is comforting Leisl over her romantic woes (could've seen that coming, Liesl...), we hear a great one: "When the Lord closes a door, he always opens a window."
So simple, and precisely what she needed to hear. And you gotta believe her because...Maria.
I've always been a "be thankful for the experience" gal, rather than a shut the door completely one. I save finality for the extreme seriousness, like, er, death. And I'm a relatively serious person, usually. But I think once you've experienced something ultra-serious, you can't really treat everything else with that same intensity. So maybe that's why I leave the door cracked a bit. I could always open it again. If it's cracked, I can still sense what was there; the draft comes in now and again, reminding me where I've been and who helped me get there. The smells and sounds in those tiny openings plant me more firmly.
At the moment, the door is cracked open on my teaching career, as I take a break to let something else come through the window. While definitely not shut, I get to see how differently the light comes in from the other cracks in my life - my roles as a mama, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a musician, and lighting the match on a lot of little sparks that add meaning to my days. And I know that I can fling open any of those doors with wild abandon whenever I wish, or peek behind new ones.
So, Liesl - just wait a year or two.
Though I don't identify as super-religious in practice, I do appreciate and respect a good religious quote or thought. And nearing the third, some would say less than perfect hour of The Sound of Music, as Maria is comforting Leisl over her romantic woes (could've seen that coming, Liesl...), we hear a great one: "When the Lord closes a door, he always opens a window."
So simple, and precisely what she needed to hear. And you gotta believe her because...Maria.
I've always been a "be thankful for the experience" gal, rather than a shut the door completely one. I save finality for the extreme seriousness, like, er, death. And I'm a relatively serious person, usually. But I think once you've experienced something ultra-serious, you can't really treat everything else with that same intensity. So maybe that's why I leave the door cracked a bit. I could always open it again. If it's cracked, I can still sense what was there; the draft comes in now and again, reminding me where I've been and who helped me get there. The smells and sounds in those tiny openings plant me more firmly.
At the moment, the door is cracked open on my teaching career, as I take a break to let something else come through the window. While definitely not shut, I get to see how differently the light comes in from the other cracks in my life - my roles as a mama, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a musician, and lighting the match on a lot of little sparks that add meaning to my days. And I know that I can fling open any of those doors with wild abandon whenever I wish, or peek behind new ones.
So, Liesl - just wait a year or two.
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