I recall as a young girl I used to very naughtily sneak onto the roof in the middle of the stillness of the night so I could see the world and the foxes as they strolled the streets of my native Glasgow childhood. It made me gasp in awe every time to see such animals even existed.
I always went out the same window, 3 floors high. Until my mum found out one night and stopped me. Or so she thought. It became my favourite all time window and never in a million years did I think I’d find another window that excited me as half as much.
Until this one.
This one that has become like a true window to my soul. As it clicks open everyday it gives me a gift that balms through the hardest of times. Especially now. And as I look out this morning in my little village in Cargreen in Cornwall I feel a sudden surge of connectedness that made me wish to share it.
I so wish you could all feel the slight chill in the air. A chill with the promise of warmth. I so wish you could hear the blackbirds too. And their song with the almost convincing promise that all will be well… just keep opening the window ?
Debbie Geraghty is a passionate advocate for creativity and equality. An introduction to her activities is available here.