A view from my morning window.  Food for thought:

Straight ahead a mourning dove, perched in a rotting tree, turns his head to his own back and begins to preen himself.  Picking and pulling, he cleans himself up then swiftly disappears from the tree. Across the street, the top of a tree otherwise hidden behind the house waves at the sky, as if trying to get someone's attention. 

We desire to be hidden where few would look for us, as we clean ourselves up. Then, as we stand clean and proud, being hidden frustrates, and we clamor for attention. Imagine the freedom if we stood in the light of self acceptance, in all states of being.  No one could miss God's artwork.