It was well past morning on that warm September day in Châteauneuf-en-Auxois. We had taken hundreds of photos in and around the picturesque village and the impressive chateau high on its hilltop. But as we sat down to a late lunch by a cosy window I knew I had to take a few more. The window’s lovely stone arch and the delightful view beyond were captivating enough but the little clay figure looking out wistfully tugged at my heart. It spoke to me of longing and dreaming. I thought of how it awoke every morning to that alluring village view, watching the people stroll by and real cats race past, all the while stuck on that window ledge, unable to move. I thought of how we often find ourselves in similar situations, seeing life’s brilliant possibilities and wishing for something more but not quite knowing how to get unstuck from our present circumstance. I thought of the enormous effort and courage it can take to bring about change, and of the true possibility of falling down and being broken in the attempt. I imagined this happening to the little figurine, of getting knocked over and being shattered into little pieces. But as the light shone into the broken fragments, there would occur a transformation into a winged thing that would then fly out into that enchanting world beyond the glass. And I smiled, for we were the same, that figurine and I.
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