Cat At The Window
This is a painting of my cat at the living room window. She likes to sit at the window and watch the birds, mice, raccoons, possums, school buses, cars, trucks, joggers, walkers, cyclists; anything that happens by.
The cat does not want to go outside, she prefers the inside. I have tested her by holding the outside door open, giving her the chance to escape. But she will have none of it. She'll simply yawn and walk away. The world beyond the house holds no interest for her.
For the past year, I've been feeling like the cat. I've found myself sitting on the couch, staring out that same living room window, assisting the cat on her look out. It has also been a year since my Mom passed away. Perhaps staring out the window helps with grieving. I don't even know what I'm thinking, my thoughts are blank. I'm simply staring. Sometimes that's all you can do.
The cat's life revolves around the inside of the house. However, I am aware that there is a world beyond the window and staring at it isn't good enough. Sometimes you have to get off the couch and enter into the world beyond the window.
I'm going outside. I'll let you know how it goes.