On those days that are harder than others. Those days when things feel immovably maudlin…I force myself to move towards the window.
As I approach, I feel the slight cold draft squeeze through its edges as if it’s reaching out to blow me gently like a feather it wishes to take flight. Drawing me over. Wanting me to look out. Look up. My river view window wanting me to trust it.
And I very much do.
When I put my hand on that cold window pane it brings me back to my breath. That breath that holds the self same life in the gentle wind outside. It doesn’t take long for everything to change when I look outwards to that sky.
I see birds surfing any breeze that finds them. Then clouds become playful with their shape shifting mists creating calligraphic moments in time. And I can’t help myself smiling.
I spot a cloud that looks like its darting like a bird on a celestial catwalk. Almost dancing. And I feel my arms start to move in time with the rise of my heart as it childishly skips up a beat at that beautiful thought.
Cornish sky…strike a pose.
Vogue, vogue, vogue ? ??
Debbie Geraghty is a passionate advocate for creativity and equality. An introduction to her activities is available here.