As I was sitting on the bus this morning, trying to make my way home as fast as possible to look for Gilbert the cat who ran outside when the wind blew the door open, I realized how important is to be thankful even when things are looking not optimal.
It reminds me of the movie My Life as a Dog, and the observation that "It all depends on how you look at it."
Right away, I am thankful that my cat came back. (Yes, I walked around the neighborhood for an hour shaking his carton of treats and calling him, and yes I sent out email to the neighborhood blockwatch, and yes, I was about to print out flyers when Gilbert appeared in the backyard, full of attitude, and slunk into the house, and I'm thankful for that.)
I'm thankful I work with people who understand the sudden nature of such events, and I'm thankful I still had time to do some work from home.
As I've said before, I'm thankful for my family and my friends and my family's friends. Friday and Saturday, we reveled and wandered with friends from Santa Fe. Last night was my brother-in-law's sixtieth birthday party. What a wonderful time!
I'm thankful for my four beans (yes, I'm up to four) and my one zucchini.
I'm thankful to see a little sun today.
And I'm thankful for a poem that needs some work and play. I'll get to that now.
Open the door. Open my heart.