“I remember a house
where we sat to watch
the days pass:
hour by hour.
The changing of the light
on mountain and lake.
The year’s passage
in an afternoon. At every window
a different season.”
When I read this poem this morning I though this verse sums up these days in Connemara and the view of lake and mountains from each window of my house displaying a different season.
At one stage yesterday I looked out the front window and saw snow, as I looked out the back, bright sunshine, The snow or the sun had not quite synchronized themselves outside all the windows……
Quite a metaphor for life these days… as Pema Chodron often says – nothing is as it seems. It just depends which window you are looking out!