Looking through the Window

It is hot here in New York, seriously hot, with a high humidity content. My habit is as limp as I am, so I have chosen to stay indoors and work next to the air conditioning rather than go to the Cloisters Museum as I had hoped. Mad dogs and Englishmen may go out in the noonday sun, but not sensible Englishwomen like me (? Ed.)

So, I have been looking at life through the window, as it were. The deer feed near to the convent in the early morning, and there are a couple of turkeys who seem to have taken up residence on the edge of the woodland. It is familiar and strange at the same time. It struck me this morning that ‘looking at life through a window’ is exactly how illness or age may force us to experience much that goes on around us. How much we miss when we cannot hear, smell, touch or taste. The same is true if sight goes and we must rely on the other senses.

I don’t feel deprived that I cannot smell, touch (or taste) those wild turkeys but I am glad that I have the choice, whether to go outside and experience the sensory beauty of the early morning or stay inside my air-conditioned room.  Not everyone has that choice. Thinking about that has certainly transformed my disappointment at not going to The Cloisters. Instead I give thanks for what I have, and want to pray for those who have much less. Please join me in that.

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3 thoughts on “Looking through the Window”

  1. I will join you in prayers with great pleasure. If you can go to the Cloisters, do. It is quite a special place. Of course, your own may be even better 🙂

  2. I’ve found this very thought provoking. As one who is often confined to barracks by bad health, I have a lot of time to pray.
    The blog reminds me that I am often also one of those prayed for. As a regular reader I also know I am often praying with this on-line community.

    Praying for, prayed for, praying with – these each feel different.
    Praying with seems the most powerful; to be neither object nor subject, but a part in a greater whole.

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