I love windows. We live in a home with many windows that allow natural light from the sun, and often the moon. A magical full moon never ceases to bring me awe and wonder of the universe. We are such a tiny speck.
Astronauts have seen the earth from a vantage point that most of us can only imagine. From their window, they saw a world without boundaries between ecosystems or countries.
The Window in Front of Us
The size of the window on the International Space Station doesn’t define the view. Rather the ability to see the whole in a new way alters how they saw this amazing earth and the thin atmosphere surrounding it.
Like the earth, windows hold mysteries, stories that I may never know. My window may have an expansive view of the Italian sky, fields, and towns, or perhaps, only a single tree on a green lawn.
“The growth of the imagination demands windows—windows through which we can look out at the world and windows through which we can look into ourselves. The old stories were windows in just this way.”
Even a small window gives light and invites the viewer to see and wonder about what lies on the other side of the glass.
I live in a very small house, but my windows look out on a very large world.
Open windows allow us to see inside as well as see out. When we look inside, the objects and people may leave us mystified, creating a world on the other side.
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
Do you ever wonder what hides on the other side of a closed window? If I can’t see in, can anyone see out? Is there joy on the other side or something darker?
You never know the hurt others endure in this world behind the closed windows of their life, or the joy a simple act of kindness can bring.”
The window in front of me
The best windows are the ones in my home. Every day I can witness the sun coming up, and my heart skips a beat at the dancing colors of a sunset. Birds fly by and stop to sing.
I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else I’m part of it. I didn’t ask to be put here, I’ve been lucky in finding myself here.
What do you see?
Next time you look out a window, notice, pay attention, and be open to what you see, what you don’t see, and what you can imagine.
National Poetry Month has ended. I started May with my reflections on 30 days of poetry
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Always remember: hope is an open window (Diana Ross).
“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”
― Edith Wharton
Find a little wonder this week and see what you can find outside your window.
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Oh Kathryn! It’s like you’ve dived into my phone photo album!! I love windows too. I have quite a collection of window photos. A lovely read ~ thank you 🙏💖
Ethan Frome was my introduction to Edith Wharton. A very short novel I audaciously tried hard to emulate in my then WIP. Inimitable writer, this Edith Wharton! Genius. And to think she did all that without Grammarly— wow! I failed big time.
“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.” ― Edith Wharton
Incidentally, as you saw from my Twitter post (seen by a few but acknowledged by only two— you being one) that invited you show me what you saw outside your window, you can see how in sync you and I are. Wow, right? Gosh, I love this synchronicity that comes through more and more. Thanks, Kathryn. Adored this newsletter TOO. TOO much! You rock.
Because you show me in every newsletter how to live attuned to what matters most. Thanks for always being a lovely soul. I value your words. Xoxo