Last night I called 911 for the first time in my life. My hands were shaking and I could not feel my hands or feet. I grabbed the dogs and got out of the house. There was no smoke but the woodstove was escalating in temperature at an alarming rate and I could not control it.
I sat outside waiting for help and it came quickly with sirens and lights and really really big men in uniforms that told me the professionals were in charge.
They fixed the problem and assured me I had made the right decision to call them. When everything calmed down I realized I hadn't taken anything out of the house. There was a time when I would have grabbed certain things but not any more. Nothing matters in terms of possessions. It is stuff. I had the animals and Tom arrived soon after to calm my nerves and that is all that matters.
What I have learned so far :
You have a life time to accumulate things and as you age they become less and less important. Nothing I truly value anymore can be purchased. I feel blessed to have called for help and to be open to receive it.
I am a nervous wreck in a crisis but when I knew help was on the way I sat out in the snow with the dogs with my head between my knees and did my yoga breathing and strangely I felt safer while waiting for rescue than I have in months.
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