When I was a child in Glasgow, one of the things I did when I was sad or worried was walk in the rain – and look in other people’s windows. For me, it was an escape from sometimes difficult stuff at home. Through other people’s windows I had a sense of power and renewal. I felt free.
In every window I saw a possibility of another story. A story I could author of many a different future life. There was no limit to my imagination as the contents of people’s living rooms somehow inspired me for hours.
The irony has not escaped me that many decades on I now find myself in this Facebook group where once again I am looking through other people’s windows – but this time through other people’s eyes. Looking out at me. Telling their own stories. From across the world. Even in my childish imagination I could never have foreseen that.
I also certainly never pictured I’d end up in England in Cornwall with the beauty of the Tamar river that draws me in every day. A river through my own window that I would so willingly wish to share far and wide. I never foresaw the many dawns I would witness. The breathtaking birdsong. The stillness I would feel. The clouds and rainbows that would melt me. The peace.
And I definitely never imagined that other people would one day even want to be looking through my window – and through my eyes. Or indeed that, like me, they’d want to be sharing their own stories through their windows. Held open to the world.
I guess as much as we all try to imagine our future possibilities, of course, we never quite know what’s really going to happen. That can sometimes feel scary. But perhaps we only need to believe that in time we will make it work out. Somehow. And, who knows, it may even end up surprising and delighting us. Just like this gorgeous group and just like those daily views of my river ?
Debbie Geraghty is a passionate advocate for creativity and equality. An introduction to her activities is available here.