Growing up, I lived at the end of a rarely frequented cul-du-sac. My bedroom window faced the front of the house and thus I had a perfect view of the street, often barren except for the occasional neighbor coming home or lost driver needing to turn around. The stillness outside my window was my solace. At night, when it was most quiet, I would stare out into the nothingness, the view was so familiar and unchanging it seemed to disappear and became a blank canvas for whatever mental pictures my mind was drawing forth. I cant even begin to try and number the life altering decisions that were made while starting through that 4x6 piece of glass but they were many, that's for sure. That window was covered in real wooden louvered shutters (which have since been taken down and now serve as inventory displays in Bellybou'). The sound of their opening and closing is so nostalgic. To this day it instantly takes me back to my days on wonder, when contemplations about life and the universe ran wild in my mind and possibilities for the future seemed limitless. My spot just inside that window is a truly sweet one. I will never forget it.
Despite having lived in a myriad of different places, all fashioned with some amount of windows, there has yet to be a window as significant as the one I just described. Until now. As I was perusing Facebook (I embarrassingly admit that I do that from time to time), I stumbled across these photos and I was struck by the instant realization of the significance of this window. And though I am presently hoping, praying with all faith and fervor to escape detention from behind its view, it has already left its mark of significance on my life. I have spent an approximated 2850 hours behind this window and during the course of that time have experienced full spectrum of my emotional repertoire. I have wept achingly, rejoiced with jubilation, raged with fury - and everything in between. I have lived a lot of life from this view, decided on a lot of things like what to name my child and to teach my children at home (I may not have been able to make that decision had I not had this chance to be away from home for a time). Regardless of how I will ultimately characterize the summation of my time here, the fact is that this window's view, the perspective with which I see the world from here - and all of the thoughts and feelings that go along with that, have made lasting impressions on my life.
So, I celebrate this window. And all the windows that have ever shaped my view of life by providing me with a backdrop on which to think and ponder and dream and change and grow and cry and work and rest.
I am happy to have these photos to commemorate its creation. Little did I know then what this 18'x10' wall of glass would mean to me.
No glass yet. Just frame. We would walk right through them.
Hiding what's inside.
There she is. I like looking through the other way - a view I rarely have
except on my usual mad dash to get inside on time.
Are there meaningful windows from your past or present? What significance do they hold?
Until next time.......