
(7 Recyclable Days… Plus a Bonus 8th Day)
Day 1: Love’s knocking on the Door. Do I open it?
I chose this symbol, a personification, of love being a person knocking at your front door. In today’s times of security issues and terrorism, whenever I hear someone knock on my door, I flinch. My first gut reaction is “who could that be?” Then my brain receives flashes of pictures: mailman; salesperson; boys or girls scouts; church solicitor; or just plain friend. But it usually is all the bad negative thoughts that I register. I have even (I am afraid to admit it) hid in another room silent hoping the stranger would go away. I’d peak out after a few minutes to check.
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