A storoem about how we choose to fill our thoughts. |
The woman sat, looking out at her backyard. Her thoughts turned to her situation at work and to those other things that made life hard -- living alone, bills overdue, her boss a jerk. Movement in the backyard caught her attention. A crow had flown down to join a flock of crows now filling her backyard. She felt such tension as their raucous cawing a cacophony composed. Their blackness covered the ground; the sky mirrored the mood with dark clouds covering the sun, increasing the gloom. She gave a sigh. Her spirits were attuned, as she was discovering. The ring of the telephone broke the somberness at hand. It was her granddaughter, all excited about her world and eager to share the happiness that occupied her day. The grandmother was invited to see her perform in the upcoming school play. They talked and laughed. “Of course, I’ll be there.” When they finished their conversation, the day gleamed with sunshine and brightness everywhere. The backyard was now a haven to lovely songbirds, whose sweet songs floated on the air with melodies that made her heart soar. Funny how a few words from her granddaughter had the ability to please her so and fill her mind with such hope and love. Then she suddenly realized she herself had the choice of what to spend her time thinking of -- crows or songbirds. She decided which it was to be. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |