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. nel zel blog
That’s the thing about small doorways. You don’t knock. You just notice them already open.
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
— Nel Zel
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. You don’t knock
So here is what I’m learning, slowly, imperfectly: