Glass Walls for Outer and Inner Views

The rental house "per turisti" here at Sonogno wears windows from floor to ceiling across the front and along part of both sides.  Monte Zucchero’s (Mt. Sugar) snow-covered peak, a waterfall, the river, and pine forests shelter the house and give spectacular scenes.  This morning I watched the first rays of sun strike the pyramid-shaped granite cliffs, glow brilliant white and light up the stone.  The line of light spread down the mountain as the earth turned.  Pedestrians can see into the dining/sitting/writing room when the curtains are up, and I can see out.  We watch them watch us as we lunch.  The thin white veil of curtains comes down at night.   
Sometimes I awaken with dreams that I’m living in a greenhouse – a house with glass walls where I can see out and others can see in.  I have nothing to hide and feel perfectly at ease.  Writing in this Swiss village is the closest I’ve come to realizing that dream feeling.  The writer’s life is like living in a glass-walled house.  When we write from the heart, we achieve a certain level of transparency that allows others a view into our innermost self.  Recently I wrote to fellow author, Anthony Lawlor, that I longed to write from this deep place, but found it scary.  Intimacy with one person is tough enough, but when you may potentially reveal your heart to many it intimidates even more. 
As a writer, fears of rejection, ridicule and cutting criticism lurk in the background.  Tony’s words of wisdom encouraged me to continue.  "…mysteriously, the intimately personal is the portal to the universal," he wrote.  "Keep going.  Have courage.  Others want to hear your story as you have delighted in the stories of others."  I recall how from childhood great books have given me strength, inspiration and a sense of connection.  There is comfort in sharing.  And at our best, as writers, we have insights into human nature.  With love, we see into the hearts of others, understand their subtleties and inner workings and may even help others to understand themselves. 
 Copyright: Debra Moffitt, 2008

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