Our front door is decaying. Actually it died some weeks ago, but we’re just getting around to doing the honors. The frame is shot to shit, and now the door handle even has a mind of its own as to whether it will let us in or not. Today we went shopping for a new one.
The point is this. We volunteer at Crossroads Farm every week, and last Saturday there was an orientation for new people. Bill (the manager of the farm) told us how important it is for plants to decay, because that decay creates the material that feeds the new growth. I know this—but I’ve really been giving it some thought lately. Everything decays. Cars, buildings, animals, Coke bottles, paintings, everything. People decay. I’m going to decay eventually, but young people will come up after me. Perhaps in the process of decaying I’ll leave something for them to grow up on.
So. Our front door is leaving. Ha. Funny. Usually it’s only the thing that opens when others are either showing up or leaving. Now, itself is leaving. It’ll take a while, so we have some time to make the transition. But soon. A new door will go in. A new keeper of the gateway between the world and our home. And in the meantime, I look around and see everything in a continual state of decay and renewal. And it’s all here for my sheer love of life and enjoyment.
Stay in the present. Notice what you have right now. It will all be gone someday. Watch, love, enjoy everything right now.