At last my bedroom window is open, the air is warmer and soothes.
Red tile roofs, and mountains in the distance… is one of the views I have; the other view if of drain pipes, my neighbor’s laundry and disasters called gardens.
How we interpret our view, that which we focus on, often creates the reality of the life we live. We see what we want to see. Life is full of flaws, cracks, unfairness, and superficial flair. It is intermingled with pure beauty and strokes of genius! Every vista, turn of the corner and place where we stand offers us the possibility to see life unfold, it challenges us to either grasp or disregard it.
I see life outside my window! Claiming it to feed my soul!
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