My companion the Tortoise Cat napped throuigh a gusty afternoon in our California room where we're doing this caregiving-assisting gig. She catnap-dreamed for hours under a giant Hackberry tree like the one that that comforted me through early childhood traumas I experienced in this neighborhood.
The winds blowing strong today stir up old memories for transforming for the better. But this gig is approaching overwhelming -- these patrons' increasing neediness and persisting denial makes for many new dramatic, crazy, potentially re-traumatizing scenes.
Is life more than traumatization by the worst and transformation towards the best? The tortoiseshell cat near my feet dreams on, breathing deeply, only occasionally twitching.