Day Nine of Twelve Days of Devotion to Gwyn ap Nudd
On this ninth day
I consider Your doors.
How they are without number
yet You can name every one of them.
How I searched for Your doors
but could not find them
until I stopped
looking
and You
opened a door
and galloped through.
Since then I have known
all manner of doors in many places –
seen and unseen, in caves, springs, trees, walls,
holes in the sky, hell holes, gates guarded by fierce hounds
yet I have found the best of doors
is always an open heart.
The Sanctuary of Vindos 
I love this! I hadn’t thought about Gwyn’s doors in this way before, so it’s something new to add to my gnosis. But now that I think about it, long before I met Him I had decided that one core ability of the fae folk in my stories was the ability to open door between worlds!