That was some storm last night, wasn’t it? The wind was screaming through the trees and the rain was lashing our house, and where was I? In my new “safe space.”
Previously during times of stress I would hide in the basement in a little gap between a bookshelf and the ceiling. The only part of me that would be visible were a few tufts of fur. But I recently learned how to open the bifold doors to the laundry pantry and I find comfort in a spot next to the clothes dryer.
So now during times of crisis I’m at least upstairs. Last night I even poked my head out a few times to see what Mama G was up to. It might not seem like much, but it was a big step for me.
I think personal growth is like that: it sometimes occurs in small increments and you have to celebrate each little victory.
And on a side note: Isn’t it ironic that the place where Those Two store their cleaning tools is filthy? But then I guess I shouldn’t talk, because there I was, seeking shelter from the storm atop a bug zapper.
Oxbow's World 
Any port in a storm.
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dear Mr. Oxbow, that sure was a whopper of a storm…you were right to seek a safe place to ride out Mother Nature’s fury. I have a funny feeling that last nite’s event was just a preview of what is to come for winter. Mother Nature is not happy with us humans disrespecting the environment, rolling back regulations and de-toothing the E PA. There is all sorts of nonsense coming from Washington. Hopefully, things will turn around and Mother Earth will forgive our transgressions. As for personal growth–it really does happen in slow and small increments. Sometimes we are not even aware of what’s changed inside us. Growth and change are part of who we are, whether 2 legged or 4 legged. One good thing for you Mr. Oxbow…you don’t have pay taxes!
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