I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind,

 oblivious of my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to

 my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment

 everything is altered. The brooding self with its hurt vanity has

 disappeared. There is nothing now but kestrel. And when I return to

 thinking of the other matter it seems less important. And of course this

 is something which we may also do deliberately: give attention to

 nature in order to clear our minds of selfish care.

Iris Murdock