The door that reflected my feelings about living in the desert was FEAR.
Fear of the unknown and fear of change, and fear of what I couldn't control.
We all have doors that are presented to us like this.
Sometimes we push past our fears and turn the handle and open the door and walk through.
Sometime we are forced to open the door and we are pushed through.
But we all have experienced that door of FEAR, metaphorically speaking.
So what would a door of FEAR, look like to you?
So this is a quest, embodied in a story quilt, that is in search of Personal Symbols.