Looking Out the Window to a Fresh Perspective

When I am stuck, when I can’t think what to say or write next, I look out the window. At a tangible level looking out the window offers a fresh perspective; a different scene to that which plays out on the computer screen, an alternative horizon to the conjured image of restricting room walls. On a conceptual plane, gazing out the window reminds me to get out of my own head space and be aware of the sights, sounds and sensations around me. Looking out the window offers me the opportunity to regain control of my thought processes and their commanding emotions. It is a gentle reminder to be, rather than expecting to be.

Today, I look out the window to a river that shimmers a deep azure blue and mountains which reach towards cotton ball clouds. It is a peaceful, colourful kaleidoscope and as I look through the lens I recognise the relationship between the river and the internal forces which drive me to write. I notice how the wind blows ripples across the surface, while the pulling tide steers the deeper water in a different direction. These two forces seem to struggle in opposition and the water swirls in confused eddies like small circles of discontent. Is this why I write? Do I seek solace from the conflicting forces which whirl within?

Perhaps.

I know that writing soothes me. I know that the thoughts and emotions lodged deep within crave creative outlet. They long to skim across a carefree surface, frolicking  alongside the winds call. So I write what I feel and as the ideas are pulled from the hidden depths, they lighten and begin to glimmer. They reflect the glow of open space and dance a circling pirouette.

My perspective changes. Now as I look to the river, watching its currents, the circling eddies appear to be a gleeful cooperation between the forces above and below. The window has fulfilled its obligation. It reminded me that I have a choice. I can look at the scene in front of me and choose to see restless conflict, or I can perceive the synergetic collaboration.   

This is the value of perspective; the message of the Window. When we are willing to recognise that the same event or image may be viewed from a more than one angle, we begin to take control of the direction of our thoughts. This is not a matter of simply ‘looking for the positive’. Rather it is a choice to be aware of ourself within a wider context and to recognise we have the power to write our own story.

Ahhh, now I am ready to keep writing my book. I have almost finished and I hope readers of this blog will enjoy the tale I have to tell.