Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Windows to the Soul
When I go for evening walks in neighbourhoods where old character homes line the quiet streets, I love to look into windows.
I found this beauty in France. The warm glow peeking out from that tiny crack looked so inviting. I can just imagine the cosy nest someone has lovingly created behind that window.
My intention is not to peek in at the people who live there. I am more interested in the living space. I love to see how other people live, how they decorate. What colours have they chosen to paint their walls? In what ways are they expressing their own individuality? What favourite beloved treasures do they display on their window sills? Are there flowers growing there? Do they have bold colourful paintings on the walls or have they chosen a more subtle, serene colour scheme? Are they simplists or clutterbugs? I myself am a simplist, but looking at other people's clutter can be fascinating and revealing.
It makes me want to adopt some of their ideas and in my own unique way, make them my own. It nourishes my desire to be the completely original being that I am ...even if I am borrowing ideas from others. Does that make sense? It sounds contradictory, doesn't it?
It's kind of like being immersed in a good novel. As you read, you merge with the character and become one. You exist in an imaginary world completely different from your own, which sometimes entices you to take tiny fragments of it and make it yours.
Reading blogs is engaging in the same way. We each have an open window and when we invite others to read our thoughts and ideas, we are sharing a little piece of our soul. I read blogs in much the same way I look into windows. What new thing am I going to discover there that inspires me to live a tiny bit differently than I did yesterday? Or think a bit differently? Or see something with a new set of eyes? Or cook something completely different for dinner tonight?
Thank you for leaving your window open.