Monday gratitude journal, with a cat

Yesterday was busy. No time to get blue. No time to worry about the next week, because the next week doesn’t start until tomorrow. Which brings us to Monday. Rain. And an insistent cat on my lap. Must. Have. Attention. Now.

Even though I’m not camping (in the rain) or hiking (in the rain), I have much to be thankful for.

Here are the highlights:

The day off.

Everyone who keeps all of us safe.

All the green in the garden–that even the weeds are green (maybe the greenest).

My job.

Orange poppies.

The birds–bird songs in the morning, and the hummingbirds that visit the feeder.

Any sleep–even the drifty sleep after I wake wide up at 3:00 a.m. (sleep is a recurring theme).

My family, and for my mom’s move, and that it went well.

Friends, and chances to connect in person or online. (Remember the world before email and Facebook? When two days without mail delivery felt like being marooned on an island?)

Poetry. Books. Poetry books. Reading–right now, Little Strangers, by Lisa Olstein.

The luxury of working on a poem that will probably never be done, never work, or might be a repeat, the same poem I’ve already written x number of times–but rebuilding it and revising it just for the puzzle and the joy.

Open the door. Open my heart.