Windows

April 18th, 2009

I have a daily ritual of rising early in the morning to enjoy a few quiet moments before starting my day.  As I snuggle into an overstuffed chair, I gaze out my windows that stand three-abreast and frame the Faltiron Mountains.  I watch as the moon slips behind the mountains and the darkened sky slowly illuminates from the rising sun.  Some days the mountains are hidden under a thick blanket of fog and other days they appear ablaze with vibrant colors of orange and pink as light reflects off their slabs of rock.  If I’m standing in the room, I can only see the base of the mountains, but sitting I take in their full majesty.  The windows frame a scene that subtly changes as I shift my body in the chair.  Leaning towards the left, the pink building known as NCAR (National Center for Atmospheric Research), comes into sight atop the grassy mesa where is sits.  Shifting to towards the right, I see the profile of Chief Niwot etched in the edge of rock that separates the earth from the sky.  The window holds a picture that is alive and constantly changing.  sometimes I see a soft layer of snow dusting the foothills, a shimmer of light along the rim of the mountains as the sun sets, bursts of gold and orange from fall foliage, or an occasional fox or coyote that wanders across the scene.

I like the ebb-and-flow of my picture window. It reminds me that as I view my interior landscape, it too changes with the seasons of life, circumstances, or vantage point from which I stand.  If the picture looks bleak, sometimes all I need is patience and a little time to let the scenery change.  Other times, I need an internal shift to take in the view from a fresh perspective allowing something new to enter my field of vision.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Response to “Windows”

  1. 1 jwmccrea
    May 11th, 2009 at 8:07 am

    I love how you talk about using your reactions to the shifting, awe-inspiring (lucky you!) scenery outside your window for your own inner growth. I always think a hallmark of healing is when we can recognize that, “This, too, shall pass”.

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