the view from my window

Oct 30, 2010

Here is what I have been waking up to lately.

Lovely, isn’t it?

During the summer months, there are a gazillion more leaves and of course, they are all green. It feels like I am in my own private tree house sequestered away from the world. I like to lay there in the morning and revel in the beauty of my trees.

I have been thinking lately about my view and how it is only my view. Even though my husband shares a room with me, he often wakes up looking out the other window. Usually he can’t even see out the window at the times he gets up because it is pitch black outside.

My views are my reality. They are how I see the world and how I interpret it. They are what I respond to, what I act on, and what I believe to be true.

The older I get, the more I realize that my views are not actually reality. They are certainly not other people’s reality. The way I interpret the world around me, the people around me, the situations around me, is not the way others interpret those same things. I can totally experience one thing and the person next to me can experience something else.

Sometimes I think one must be the right experience and one must be the wrong experience. Other times I think each experience has validity and truth for each person and both are right. Other times I hope that each of us could be understood for only our understanding of our reality. Most the time, I sit in my reality and forget that it is not other people’s same viewpoint.

The view from my window helps me see that my view is only my view and I need to seek to understand others views in order to understand them and to come to love them the way God loves them.

In the meantime, I am going to enjoy my leaves before they all disappear.