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Fern and the antique door

Walking through the cobble stone alleys in Rothenburg, this old antique door caught my eye. I wonder about the stories and the people who lived behind these doors, and who live there now. What their life must have been like and what memories were made. Have you ever thought about the memories you are making behind your own doors? What would they be, would they be happy or sad and would you smile about them?

Doors like these can be found all over the city, and I love their historic charm. I think “Fern” did as well. I have been taking several pictures of old doors recently and I wonder if there is a sign all together in that meaning. I have always appreciated them, but never felt compelled to photograph them. I wonder….

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10 thoughts on “Fern and the antique door

  1. They are fascinating. Who walked thru them, how many hands touched the knob, how often were they shut in anger or joy, and more are thoughts when I gaze at an old door. Besides, they are a ton sturdier than new ones. In spite of their ability to get stuck and make all kinds of noises when they move.
    Doors also can have windows in them. I love windows in a door!!!!!! (although, they can be sort of creepy….)

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  2. It struck me you previously referred to Fern as ‘he’, which at first surprised me because I was thinking ‘she’, I can only assume, because he is pink – what discrimination on my part! Then, it occurred to me Fearn (Celtic for Alder tree, F is pronounced as V) is a name associated with Bran the Blessed, a giant of a man with a wonderful story. Although I know Fern is German for ‘Far’, the Tree Ogham Fearn means: Protection, To receive Courage, To ease Fears and Doubts. It’s a tree of Sacrifice because when you cut it, the sap runs red like blood, Bran’s story is one of sacrifice. It’s strongly associated with magic and Druids, especially as it spans the two realms, physical and inner planes, as alder always stands with its roots in both water and earth. Based on this, it acts as a doorway between the realms – hence your doorway!

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    1. First I had to smile at Fern and me referring to it as he. I hadn’t noticed and yes the ok I color would insist it is a girl, but then that is how society hs trained our minds.
      Second, this story about Bran the Blessed….WOW. I truly feel there is something there and once again you shed light onto the things I don’t know just yet. I am so amazed, I can’t even articulate everything that is happening right now. I’m just holding on to this wild ride while trying to see and understand bad many signs as possible. Much love my dear friend

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