For each of us, home affords a small view onto the great wide world. From the vantage point of your back porch, your kitchen window or from the top of your driveway, your view maybe small but immense. When you look out to the open tree, peer into the garden, or stare into a slice of sky above, you can travel for miles. Like in a Zen garden, a glimpse of stone or an arcing maple branch expresses the truth and order of things. Through the frame of your kitchen window, one single tree stands for the vast forest, the vertical rock in your garden embodies the entire mountain range, a sliver of light, the sun. From your one finite perspective, you get a glimpse of the great beyond.
For this reason you really needn’t go anywhere. The world comes to you, arriving at your doorstep as the call of morning bird song, the passing of cloud and in the ever changing angle of light. How each of us finds contentment and joy in our small and humble patch! We cherish our limited perspective, each day it brings us a feeling of belonging. By looking out the window while washing dishes or gazing outward in a moment of silence between phone calls, we reset our nerves and our mind. We fall into moments of reverie, suspended in time. Each time we pause, we slip into the great beyond where our temporal self and eternal self merge. Whether in a city apartment, a coastal home, or at the end of a suburban cul-de-sac, know that your small line of sight continues with mine and that together we share in the one great body of the world.
