Frame of reference

Sometimes our frame of reference stops us seeing well.

We end up placing things in boxes, like panes on a window.

The frame hides things. It makes the contents feel separate. It can keep us distanced.

Even words can act like boxes.

When we frame things differently what appears?

Can you see the refreshments now? Do you feel invited?

I wonder if you noticed the coffee pot on the table when the doors were closed.

You have to look quite hard for it, but you can pour a cup.

(I wonder whether the edge of the roof is now straight?)

Unless we are open to something beyond our normal frame of reference we may not even realise how we can be refreshed.