I am a window...................

This idea actually came to me misreading a comment someone had made about themselves. They had written 'I am a widow' and for some reason, I kept reading 'I am a window' which of course, got my mind a reeling. I finally read the analysis correctly but still could not get the imagined analysis of 'I am a window' off my mind, so as I often do, I find a piece of scrap paper on my less than organized desk, yes I know I am a Virgo and this messiness is so out of character for me, and I scribble down 'I am a window'. I pretend to go back to my 'work', which at the moment is as an agent for a prestigious insurance company, but my real life's 'work', which by the way isn't work to me at all and that's how you know what your calling is, kept beckoning me to once again dance the dance and pen my thoughts on paper, or this computer. Hmmm...... I pondered, "I am a window". The first thought that came to me originally when my eyes went crossed and I saw this statement instead of the other was, "We are ALL windows". Now I use to sell windows so I do know a little about the manufacturing side of this product. A window usually has a frame, panes of glass, gas in between those panes, insulation around the frame, grids for ascetics and of course locks and screens to keep pests out. We also have all of these attributes, they just look a little different. Our bodies are our frame, what carries our souls around in this world. Our eyes are the panes of glass that people can look through and really see us, for the eyes are 'the window to the soul'. Now the gas, hahaha! you've been waiting for that one haven't you? We all have gas!!! This is the invisible, protective insulation that we use to cushion us from the blows we have withstood in our lifetime and the imagined ones yet to come. Unfortunately, these invisible protective walls are like the clouds that block the sun, yes the sun is still shining but we cannot see its light or feel its warmth and it often dulls the panes but not the pain. We all carry excess baggage in one way or another and that is another form of insulation we have wrapped around ourselves much like the foam around the window frame. For some people, its excess weight and for others it may be that drink or two or three late at night. There are a plethora of 'insulators' too lenthy to mention too obvious to expand on, but when the window is shattered and all is exposed you will see the coping mechanisms all too clearly. Oh and the grids or should I say 'grills' that we decorate our windows with. Women are especially trained in this area. We dress everything up like a stained glass window, and oh isn't it pretty, but it only obscures the true image, the true self behind the vail. I am especially guilty of this! My close friends can tell you that I would put on make-up before going to lay out at the beach in my youth. Let's just say, I had a lot to cover up! But I can personally attest that no amount of make-up, lotion or perfume can take away the pain of lost innocence and neglect. For men their grids usually are materialistic ~ cars, houses, toys and of course beautiful women. Either way, neither is wrong or right, it is just what it is until......it isn't! Now to the locks and screens we install, throughout our life, on the windows to our soul. I can only speak from my own personal experiences, but I have in the past burn't many a bridge and locked many a window to keep 'pests' at bay, thinking the whole time, "Well, that settles that!" but it never did. You see, we create a theif when we lock our doors and windows. We truly have no enemies! Now, there are people, in our lives, that do behave badly but I truly have come to believe that they were placed there for our benefit. "God works ALL things for good for those who love HIM." God is love and if we love one another, even those that cause such deep pain, we love HIM and in the end he will give you beauty for ashes. Ashes are something that people in biblical times would rub all over their bodies when they were in mourning. Maybe our masks, our facades are our ashes. I have learned, evolved, over time to be a window ~ I am open ~ I let people and things in ~ I release people (forgiveness) and things (houses, cars, $$$) ~ I've learn to tilt, to bend to someone else's opinions & beliefs (respect), I kept the grids cause I just lik'em! (but now they are adornments not masks) ~ I'm still a little insulated but my husband loves that about me (he tells me only a dog wants a bone) ~ My hazel eyes are clearer than ever, not blocked by gas (fear, judgement, resentment) ~ And from a distance you can look at me and feel LOVE flowing out and in ~ I am a window. Namaste' Baby!