I confess, I tend to think of the kitchen as my room . I do spend alot of time there, mostly by choice, doing what I love (cooking) and things I need to do (cleaning up). But also because by standing at my kitchen sink I can look out this window. Beyond the glass I look at the crepe myrtle in changing seasons with its backdrop of mossy weathered wood. Looking down at the ground I can see pepper bushes which have had a fruitful season. But the most special part of the window is gathered there on the ledge, my small kitchen altar, full of reminders of faith and family, the here and now and the there and then. The piece of stained glass joined the family when we were in Indonesia. I love its rich glowing colors and the Trinitarian candles. Now, at the beginning of Advent, I add a small nativity scene and a candle. Tuesday, November 30, 2010
My Room with a View
I confess, I tend to think of the kitchen as my room . I do spend alot of time there, mostly by choice, doing what I love (cooking) and things I need to do (cleaning up). But also because by standing at my kitchen sink I can look out this window. Beyond the glass I look at the crepe myrtle in changing seasons with its backdrop of mossy weathered wood. Looking down at the ground I can see pepper bushes which have had a fruitful season. But the most special part of the window is gathered there on the ledge, my small kitchen altar, full of reminders of faith and family, the here and now and the there and then. The piece of stained glass joined the family when we were in Indonesia. I love its rich glowing colors and the Trinitarian candles. Now, at the beginning of Advent, I add a small nativity scene and a candle. 
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I was once given the letter W and asked to name and justify my favourite words beginning with that letter. One of them was window because each window frames a unique view of the universe. No two are alike, are they? Above my sink, a bit higher than is comfortable for me to peer out, my window looks down on neighbouring yards with their maple trees and squirrels, the local feral and semi-feral cats who patrol, patios and balconies abandoned for the winter. A study in greys and browns. Not enough snow to make them beautiful again, alas.
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