(I’m hooking up with Lisa Jo Baker for Five minute Friday. The word: view)
My shifter was broken.
It wasn’t that I wouldn’t look at things a different way. I couldn’t.
The freedom I felt when I left that office. You’ll never know.
My husband used to tell me in our conversations, “Anne sometimes it’s like a metal wall comes down and nothing gets in.”
I’d make up my mind and slam the door.
I remember trying to see things a different way, but it was no use. Like a magnetic pull I would return to the my previous point of view and stay there.
Then I saw an interesting picture. I had seen it before, but this time it hit me in a new way. The picture was of an elderly woman. She had a large nose and reminded me of the woman in the Story of Hansel and Gretel. But if you look at the picture again you can see another image.
There in the same lines you’ll see the profile of a young woman with dark hair and a feather coming out of her hat. Where did she come from?
It’s easy to let our minds get stuck in ruts. Try as we may we can’t seem to see another view. And then the light goes on.
I took this concept of another view and translated it into my metal minded thinking. I started by asking myself a simple question on those days the metal wall has slammed shut.
The question? “What if I’m wrong?”
And ever so slowly I heard the metal door lift.