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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….


Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

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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