Why the window? Good question,that. Why choose “The Window” as a name for my website? Windows it seems, are important to people. We need them. We need light and air in our homes. We need to see. The view out our windows is important. Some people build their homes based on the view out the windows. Did you know that there is a list on the website “Ranker” of 50+ movies with the word “window” in the title? And another list of 50+ song titles. What is it about windows that we find so important, so intriguing? If you do a web search of windows you’ll find tons of information, as you will for nearly everything, but interestingly, the window has been used as metaphor more often than most other things. Why is this, do you think?
“The eyes are the window of the soul,” “A window to another world.” These sayings and more all encompass the window as a gateway of sorts. Windows can also be thought of as dividers or barriers to whatever is on the other side. Like a skin you can see through. Open that window, and you let in whatever is out there. Safety perhaps; a closed window keeps out the storm. Or a means of escape; climbing through the window to freedom, or love, or mystery. From, “The Raven,” by Edgar Allen Poe: “Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, in there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore” The window, as a metaphor has been used for countless reasons. A window into the mind is a metaphor for seeing or perceiving someone’s thoughts, emotions or motives. Looking, seeing, perceiving. All use the window as a device.
I have used the window in more than a few of my poems and stories. A quick search of the website shows 56 posts with the word, “window” in them. Some of it was metaphor, some not. For whatever the reasons, we seem to like the image of a window. Either an actual window, or the image that it portrays, the meaning behind it, what it stands for.
So those are the reasons for using the window as the name of this blog. Those and others I can’t even think of. I’ve had great conversations through windows. I’ve yelled in anger, out of them. I’ve climbed in through windows and snuck out of them. I have dumped dish water out a window and emptied a chamber pot as well. I have let in the breeze and the rain. I have stuck my head and torso out a window in a raging storm. The window is a metaphor for so many things that it just seemed the perfect vehicle for the blog. I’ve written about so many subjects that any other name would have been inadequate. When you read this blog you’re opening a window. You never know what you’ll let inside.