By nature I’m a rusher though I wish this wasn’t so. But lately I’ve found myself slowing down just a bit, maybe just enough. And that’s when I saw it. A tiny little door placed right in façade of a building. If I’d been rushing I would have missed it completely. But I didn’t.
Why was it there? Who crafted it so perfectly? Were there more, are there more? Who else knows the secret? What deeper meaning was there that somehow I couldn’t fathom at all? “Oh,” said one of my sons matter-of- factly, “that’s a Fairy Door.”
It was in the middle of a hard jumble of a week. Tight schedules and packing bags, unexpected sickness and brave struggles towards renewed vigor, bittersweet endings and thrilling glimmers of new beginnings, hundreds and hundreds of miles logged on Route 80 dodging truck traffic. Burger King, Burger Fi, Blimpy Burger.
I caught up to everyone else and we continued on. Endless mugs of coffee and platters of Hippie Hash. (If you’ve never tried this you should. Look it up.)
On the way back I found the tiny door again. I loved how perfectly it was made. I loved that it was there. I was about to do what I always do—do the research, search for answers, learn the history: the whys the wherefores the hows. I always want to put everything together safely in a box, seal it up and feel that I am done. But I couldn’t do it. Not this time. Instead I found myself reaching into my pocket.
There is always something there. Acorn tops, lucky coins, fortune cookie fortunes, little drawings, bottle caps and the occasional pink ring of power. It’s more likely that I’d leave my wallet at home than any of these admittedly odd talismans. Each holds a special meaning and memory. I fingered a small plastic beehive and a lucky dime I’d found on the sidewalk and placed them at the foot of the tiny door. One last look and I walked away.
There’s a key scene in the movie Harold and Maude. Sitting before a lake late in the evening Harold gives his beloved Maude something very unexpected and very precious. Giving her this small token was intensely hard for him to do. Maude is deeply moved and says she loves it…then she flings the gift into the center of the lake. Harold is appalled until Maude turns to him sweetly and says, “and now I’ll always know exactly where it is.”
Maybe sometimes we need a little mystery instead of answers. Maybe sometimes it’s just enough to wonder, to dream, to hope. But it’s good to know that hiding around any corner there might be something precious, or something thought lost is really quite safe in the middle of the lake.
2 thoughts on “A Tiny Mystery”
Great post! Thanks for sharing! I’ve never seen a Fairy Door, but then, perhaps, I haven’t been looking….
Love fairy doors! A neighbor put one in the hollow of her tree . . . it always brings the magical to mind:).