A lattice of light

A lattice of light penetrates the leaves of the cherry tree outside the upstairs room I use for writing.

I can focus on the leaves which block the light. Or I can focus on the light coming through the leaves.

Today I choose to focus on the light penetrating the leaves. The leaves are not bad in themselves. Beneath some of them hang rows of ripening cherries. There is promise and goodness in the leaves.

There’s a time for everything. A time to focus on the light and ignore other things that get in the way, good and bad. A time to focus on the leaves and bring in the harvest.

Without the light, there will be no harvest.

Today I choose to focus on the light.