When I was a little girl, my Window on the World consisted of sitting in the loft of our barn or on top of the neighbor's garage roof. From those lofty views, the wire and wood fences were the bookends of the World....
One day my third grade teacher pulled out a blue and brown globe. She spoke about China, it seemed so mysterious, colorful and distant on the OTHER side of the globe.
"Other" to me meant THROUGH! I could imagine no way to get there but to DIG down deep...and thus, I started a BIG HOLE with a very little red tin shovel.
Just before entering my teens, my aunts took my sister and me on a JOURNEY. Crammed in a car, with no air conditioning, we crossed the farm lands of Utah, the desert flats of Nevada.....the lush vegetation of California ending at the OCEAN!!!!
Huge, Frightening, Noisy, Cold, Never ending, Infinity, the Pacific Ocean. Surely this was the true "bookend" to the World.
Windows can separate us, divide us, keep others out, make us strangers, alienate.
Or windows can be an open invitation to the other side.
And yes, one day I did go to China, but I left my little red shovel behind.
Heart Thought: have you ever encountered a window that shut you out? Were you able to "go through to the other side?"