Home is a Window Seat: Prologue
Let’s start with a question: Aisle or window?
Hello! And welcome to Dandelion Seeds, an illustrated newsletter that’s hand-drawn and hand-lettered, from my desk to yours.
Ever since my friend Mike encouraged me to begin creating illustrated essays again, right here on Substack, I’ve been quietly working away on a new essay: figuring out with the story, painting the illustrations with acrylic inks, and finally hand-lettering every word with my trusty little digital tablet.
Now, I’m thrilled to share the first installment with you today — with four more to come over the weeks that follow.
At its heart, this essay is an illustrated love letter to the tiny oval windows on a plane, and the fresh perspective on life they can offer us. As the novelist Geraldine Brooks has written, “Up in the sky, the simple truth, so easily forgotten on the ground, is readily apparent.”
Until next week,
Candace
Having just gotten off a 10 hour flight ✈️, I admit I am an aisle girl. But, the one time I did choose a window seat, per your recommendation, I witnessed a vision of grandeur I will never forget-- The Andes Mountains. Flying over those snow-capped peaks literally infused strength into the fabric of my being. I now use that visual feast as an anchor when I am stressed or overwhelmed. I close my eyes and put myself back in that window seat 💺 and inhale the power of those mountains. For me, home is a window seat overlooking the Andes.
ALL THE FEELS.