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Let the rain come when it comes. Make the tea without rushing. Leave the window open for no reason. Speak gently to the part of you that is tired.

And when you feel lost—don’t look for the big gate. Look down. Look beside you. There’s almost always a small, quiet door.

With my hands around a warm cup,

The Small Doorways

We spend so much of our lives waiting for the loud answers—the thunderclap moments, the grand arrivals, the things that announce themselves with trumpets. But I’ve begun to suspect that the real doorways are small.