When you forget your boots at work

Kitchen window photo frame

Let’s say you inadvertently leave your boots at work.  OK, let’s not mince words.  You forget your boots at work.

When you return home you discover six new inches of fresh-fallen snow in the driveway.  You had planned an outdoor activity, but suddenly you’re out of luck.  You put your little feet in your husband’s big boots and wade to the mailbox, but that’s as far as you’re going.

You talk with your daughter on the phone.  She says, “You’re going to have to think of a different kind of adventure today.”

Living room window frame

Recently she has shared a different sort of Manhattan adventure.  She pours a cup of coffee and perches above her heater by her window overlooking New York City.  She calls it “window watching”.  She views the sky with its ever-changing magnificence.  Plants on a fire escape illuminated by the sun only at a certain time of day.  Building shadows.  Airplanes.  Pigeons. 

When she describes “window watching” it sounds very meditative.  She has grown to love her window-time.  Sometimes she thinks and sometimes she simply watches.  It has become one of her favorite times during the day.

I asked, “How about I look out the window today, too?”

It was a good idea.  I felt quite emotional today, and the quietness of the sitting meditation eased the soul.  Here is what existed out the window:  No sun.  No shadows.  Bare bones of trees.  Splashes of spruce trees.  No birds.  No animals.  No airplanes. 

My eyes moved between the trees, fascinated by angles and patterns.  The snow fell from the heavens with gusto, with energy, with intensity.  Unlike its lazy falling yesterday when it appeared you could host a tea party in the time it took a single flake to drift to the ground.

One notices the frame of the window, the window itself and the scene beyond.  I mused that the windows looked like framed photographs–living photographs which changed and breathed and moved and expanded and contracted.  Seasons pass in the living photographs of our windows. 

How often do we take our windows for granted?  How often do we dismiss the scene outside them, thinking we’ve already seen everything that exists in the landscape?

Double frames

As you stare out the window, your breathing slows.  You forget your worries.  You forget yesterday and tomorrow. You’re in the present, simply looking out the window.

Have you often witnessed older people simply staring out the window, watching the birds?  Two sets of our elderly neighbors once regaled us with tales of the wildlife outside their windows.  They often watched for hours, entranced, as the world paraded outside the glass.

In my 20’s at the time I wondered at their interest.  What in the world could be so intriguing outside the window?

All these years later, I’m beginning to understand.  Thank goodness my daughter is learning this in her 20’s. 

On the days it snows six inches and  you forget your boots at work, please try simply looking out the window for at least thirty minutes.  It’s guaranteed to lower blood pressure, reduce stress and invoke deep peace.

Onions in our son's bedroom window

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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14 Responses to When you forget your boots at work

  1. Martha says:

    How beautiful! This blog is so peaceful that it helped me slow down and feel ok just reading. Thank you.

  2. Dawn says:

    When I was in grad school (2006-2008) I used to do my school reading sitting in my “reading chair” turned around to face the windows. There I could see just beyond my reclining toes my flat feeder generally overflowing with cardinals and chickadees and such. Didn’t get all that much school stuff read but it was fun! Now I think I forget to do that as much as I should. Just watch. Why one Thanksgiving day I saw a whole passel of wild turkeys, one actually ON my bird feeder! Big bird. Little feeder. Fun. You never know what’s out there till you look!

    • Kathy says:

      Now I am wondering where you went to grad school, Dawn. And am picturing you sitting there with thick books while your eyes watched the birds in the feeder. I miss cardinals. We don’t have their flash of red up here this far north. Pine grosbeaks, sometimes. And you saw a wild turkey on your feeder! Oh my! What excitement outside the window.

  3. Gerry says:

    Wait, wait – it looks like that one tree is trotting from scene to scene, peeking in at you. I think it’s going to be OK, though – the onions look like they have a plan. It’s possible I need a nap.

    • Kathy says:

      Gerry, how astute. You saw that the scene actually moves, that the trees dance between windows. One must be very quick to catch them at their tomfoolery. The onions never tell their secrets. That’s why we cry when we peel ’em…condensed secrets. (Yikes…my only excuse is it’s too early.)

  4. Cindy Lou says:

    I’m thankful that your soul was soothed by your “Meditations By a Window.”

  5. Quietpaths says:

    A very, very beautiful post with a lovely view from the inside…

    • Kathy says:

      Thanks, Christine! Now I can’t wait to get back to work tomorrow and get those boots. Strange how berefit we can feel without our winter boots.

  6. I, view my surroundings exactly how you described it. I am trying very hard to change that. Not easy.

    • Kathy says:

      Oh good, Iris, we’re soul sisters! I wonder, sometimes, if we need to change ourselves. Maybe the other gifts that we have offset the other visual-gifts that others naturally have. I dunno. It’s hard to say, isn’t it?

  7. flandrumhill says:

    Those onions are definitely in planning mode. Later this week I wouldn’t be surprised to see a photo of them trotting down the driveway in single file the way those Christmas decorations did a while back. I, like Gerry, might also be in need of a nap 🙂

    What beautiful views you have from your windows Kathy.

    • Kathy says:

      Amy, if I line up those onions and trot them down the driveway…I might be in need of more than a nap! (Of course I’ve been known to do crazier things… Hmmmm…..)

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