I’ve been one of those gazing out windows types since I was a kid. It used to be called daydreaming by frustrated teachers but it has always been about wanting to catch the passing moment that will never be quite the same again.
Just a few minutes ago I was about to address the washing up piled in the kitchen sink. The kitchen window looks out on our back garden and something fluttering in the stormy wind by the side wall caught my attention. It was the last remaining petals of a pink rose dancing in a joyous light.
A blackbird came to join the party and sat on a twiggy branch of the leafless lilac tree which was a dazzling golden colour. The blackbird, swaying yet perfectly balanced, peered in at me and then flew towards the back of the garden bringing my gaze with him.
Fluffy white clouds were racing across the blue sky ~ a show of infinite creativity ~ with shapes opening my imagination in the way you’d fling open all the windows on a roasting hot Summer’s day.
A sliver of moon came flying out from behind the clouds. How could this little crescent be the place where Neil Armstrong first walked in July 1969?
That’s one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind. (Neil Armstrong)
Coming back to my earth, the bright yellow racemes of the Mahonia that lives in our back rockery made me smile and think of how this native of Eastern Asia has a magical way of bringing light to dark November days in this little corner of the South-East of Ireland.
A moment passed that will be stored away with window gazing from across my lifetime.
So, take a look out your window and see what’s going on. (I think they might call it ‘mindfulness’ not ‘daydreaming’ now!)