I was sitting in my kitchenette watching the thunderstorm that had blown in. A perfect night for candlelight and a pen and paper handy for thoughts that ran rampant through my mind. I have always loved a good thunderstorm. It brings out the writer in me.

The lightening seemed to split the sky every so often and the thunder rolled like an old man's stomach after a good meal. Somehow the silence after each clap of thunder sounds so ominous.

I feel an inner peace during a storm. Like God is washing my little corner of the world. The air coming in the open windows smells so fresh and clean.

My Cali-Kat was laying on the other side of the table watching out the windows as the storm roared on and the outside hanging plants swayed back and forth. Every now and then she would reach out her paw and pat my arm or my pen as it moved across the pages I was writing in my journal. 

My poodle Roni-Tawn, would come and jump up in my lap and give me puppy kisses and then go back to sitting at the balcony doors, with her wee ears perked up watching the rain hit the back deck. My spaniel Misk, would come up from the rec room now and then, to be sure I was still here and he would come over and lick my leg and then run back down the stairs, to his safe little haven from the storm, in my brother's bedroom. Ah it is so nice having good company to watch a thunderstorm with. I feel loved and wanted and contented.

I sat back for a bit, and watched my little critters and wondered what they were thinking as they watched the work of God outside the windows. The way they would move their ears and wee heads makes me wonder if they were seeing and hearing things only animals can see and hear. 

Once again, I was led to wonder, if they are in touch with those who have crossed over the Rainbow bridge before us. I truly believe that our pets are little souls, sent to us by God to comfort us and love us unconditionally when we need it the most.

I have always felt more comfortable with my four legged friends than with my human friends. It has never bothered me in the least, that anyone finds my way of thinking different or eccentric, because of my preferences. I like being different from everyone else.

Over the past few months I've become even more my own person and I'm so content just being myself. I think I have also become more reclusive in some aspects of my thinking. More and more I'm in touch with my spirituality and that has brought me more inner peace. I definitely have needed that.

I think in the everyday hustle and bustle of life, mankind tends to put spirituality last on the list of importances in life. People tend to get caught up in filling every waking hour with something to do, instead of just taking some time each day to stop and relax do nothing except get in touch with the inner soul's needs.

I think that is part of the reason I like the darkness of the night. The total silence of the nighttime gives me my all alone time with no human interruptions. No one walking around or talking or making unusual noises. I feel peaceful and content and relaxed at night all alone in the darkness. It is a wonderful feeling and I revel in it for sure. I feel blessed and I feel complete.

There's something about a storm that sends my mind on a  quiet stroll. I catch myself smiling at a past pleasant memory and I find myself bringing the memory before me like a silent movie picture in my mind's eye.

I hear my parrot chortling in the darkness and now and then he whistles a happy tune that takes me back in my meandering memories, and I remember walking down a country road as a young girl just listening to the singing of the birds in the trees and watching the butterflies flit to and fro around me. 

Those were the good times. The times when memories were in the making, to be stored away in my heart. Stored away for a night like this when a thunderstorm rages outside my windows and I can sit in the darkness with a flickering candle lighting a path to walk down in my mind. 

Until next time ......
hugs Misker