Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
The first thing I gazed upon when I opened my eyes this morning was our apple tree and therefore the first thing that comes to mind. This sets in motion a thought: the tree is wonderfully in blossom yet the fruit still rots in the tree, growth and rot together in harmony. And here’s the thing the rotten fruit provides food for the birds, my neighbours encourage me to act quickly to “tidy” the garden and dispose of the fruit, but who am I to get in the way of nature.
As I look at the tree, right now, a tiny wren appears, tail tucked proudly behind its ears, calling to her friends, giving thanks for the spring bounty. I smile and head back to bed, enjoying a rare slow morning, contemplating the day ahead.
The World Outside the Window 