One Door, One Reader at a Time

“Ask, and it will be given to you, seek and you will find;
knock and it will be opened to you.”

                                                                                                                -Matthew
7:7




The other day I had a dream about heaven. First, I saw a big
dark cloud in the sky and I asked other family members to take a look at the
incredible nimbus like formation. As the puffy gray clouds moved away, there
stood a gigantic, fifty-story high turquoise colored door. Next to the door
were bleachers full of happy people waiting to get in. Some of those people
were waving at us but I didn't recognize anyone. As we moved closer, we came to
a glass wall that separated us and in front of the glass was a handrail. The
wind was picking up and I dramatically shouted that everyone should hold onto
me. “Hold on tight,” I yelled. They grabbed a hold of me and the wind blew us
sideways away from the beautiful scene and the handrails. That’s when I woke
up.




I keep wondering about this dream and understand most of the
imagery but something very interesting happened the following day.




We were watching the old Michelle Pfeiffer movie called Dangerous Minds about inner city youth and
their bus trip every morning from the ghetto to the suburbs. The principal of
the high school had a thing about knocking. Entering his office without
knocking was the ultimate rude thing to do and his reaction was a stellar point
of the entire movie. Have you seen this movie? I don’t want to ruin it for
anyone who hasn’t seen it but I found it very interesting. Especially after
having that dream!




A few days later someone handed me a book called Paranormal: My Life in Pursuit of the
Afterlife by Raymond Moody, M.D. Interesting book but it’s all about people
seeing the light and having past life regressions. I read and reviewed the book
but honestly, it didn't live up to my expectations.




Then, a very nice, local organizer scheduled my first book signing for a Tuesday afternoon at
a coffee shop. I found very few folks drink coffee at 3pm. Duh. In fact, if
you turned your ears a certain way you might have heard crickets.

Boldly, I approached the three coffee drinkers and asked them to buy Penniless Hearts.
Instead of wasting good hot coffee by throwing it at me, they kindly purchased
my book.






 I asked! I knocked, they answered and for their kindness, I am eternally grateful. I know I'm kind of rambling on here, but this stuff ties together somehow--and though I can't really explain it, at least you get a glimpse into one week at The Desert Rocks.