The
Wrens are gone. As I ate my breakfast I noticed that there wasn't
much activity at the birdhouse. I waited and waited, but the parents
never arrived. Nor were they flying around the yard or sitting in the
tree singing. When I was done eating, I walked down to the birdhouse
and looked inside. The chicks were gone. This got me thinking about
perspective. To me, the Wrens are gone. To them they are living their
lives. They were here, now they are somewhere else. Today, I will be
remembering that my perspective is only one of many. I will be
noticing how my perspective can distract me from a richer experience
of what is going on around me.
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