In the midst of all the things that filter into our days, there are blessings. Some hidden that we have to dig to find. Some obvious that we will notice right away…or maybe not. The obvious may be blocked because our minds are racing ahead to what needs to be done, where we have to be, who we have to deal with. It is 9:45 in the morning as I write this. I have been up for several hours. The first thing that needs to be done in the morning is to feed the cats. They rely on that. I like the feel of their soft fur as they brush against my legs. They don’t care what I look like. They love me because I offer food, attention, and love them back in spite of the occasional bird or chipmunk they kill. The birds are lined up on the post where the feeders hang empty. Waiting. The blessing so far this morning? Being needed.