The Other Door

I had been dealing with what I thought was an ear infection,

for weeks, mid October, until mid December, 2014.

Longer than made any sense.

Nothing my ENT doctor tried resolved it. Shortly after he said,

"We have to start thinking outside the box!" and said the word

"Wegener's", about 6 weeks in, I had a prescient dream.

I was riding my bicycle fast and became aware

that someone was riding beside me on my left.

The person was a woman with dark hair.

The woman reached over and put her hand on

my lower left arm, but I got away. The chase was on.

The scene changed to being in some type of large

building. I was relieved that I seemed to be able to

elude this person. I saw an open elevator door and

when I looked in, it was empty, so I entered. However,

she came in behind me! This is what the elevator looks

like in the Gonda Building at the Mayo Clinic, that takes 

me the the 18th floor, to the woman with the dark hair.

The Open Door

Pretty boring door, isn't it?

This is the side door into St. Austin's Catholic Church,

at 40th & Thomas in North Minneapolis.

It was a short hop off the playground of our school and I 

passed through this door many times, much to my relief.

In the Catholic Church, the age of reason is age 7.  I knew

at a very young age that I could not live life apart from my

very own personal relationship with God.

So, I made very many "visits." I was only and ever the only

soul in the church during the day. I can only remember the

door being locked a couple of times.

This wonderful experience, starting at age 10 or so, has prepared

me, far into my future, for a different kind of door.