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Out of my window

Welcome to our Out of my window gallery

An invitation to share responses to looking out of your window. It could be your view from your home or office, or a musical or movement response to the sounds of the neighbourhood. August 2020.

	"You can see the cloudy sky with the rainbow heart chain I made for the LAC team office in the foreground. Rainbow and clouds!" - Deborah Williams
	'Poppies' by Shammie Ladha (Harrow CAMHS, arts wellbeing club)
	'Children' by Cherine Bahlo (Harrow CAMHS, arts wellbeing club)
	'Out of my window' by Dr Sarah Johnson, Clinical Psychologist, Brent Older Adults Service. "This was the view outside my window in Brent recently. I love the use of the rainbow as a symbol of hope and support. In this case, as a sign for Brent coming through the grey skies of the pandemic."
Out of my window poem “Looking through the windows” on a battered cassette as The Jackson 5 did sing this song Gave inspiration for these words as memories flood back as I used to “La! La!” along. These days I sit long hours in an office, a Nursing Specialist is my vocation bent Looking at a computer screen, solving problems is how some of my day is spent. But when the sun shines brightly through the window, and another day starts anew Briefly close my eyes and younger days return in thoughts of what the future would call A smile graces my lips and a hum in my head, who knew the power a window could hold.	Debra Byrne, Clinical Team Administrator, Specialist Memory Service, Stantonbury Health Centre
	Lulie's tree, by Iulie Egan, (Harrow CAMHS, arts wellbeing club)
Looking through my window poem “Looking through the windows” on a battered cassette as The Jackson 5 did sing this song Gave inspiration for these words as memories flood back as I used to “La! La!” along. These days I sit long hours in an office, a Nursing Specialist is my vocation bent Looking at a computer screen, solving problems is how some of my day is spent. But when the sun shines brightly through the window, and another day starts anew Briefly close my eyes and younger days return in thoughts of what the future would call A smile graces my lips and a hum in my head, who knew the power a window could hold.	Kevin Saunders, Care Home Practitioner, Specialist Memory Service, MK.