A Little "Bayou Therapy"

  A good friend of mine has had a tough ride these past few months.  I hated it for her but had no idea of how to help.  Words never seemed to be the right ones and never enough.  All I could do was offer my time to listen and to care.  We all need someone just to be there whether a single word is said or not.  

  Early this morning as I was out watering the garden, I heard a familiar voice.  My friend wandered around to the back of the house.  She knows me well enough to come hunting for me if I do not answer the door.  When she saw me, she said "I need a little "Bayou Therapy". Enough said.  I knew exactly what she meant.  She needed a bit of the serenity that can always be found here.  I turned off the water faucet and we headed to the pier.  It is easy to find placidity when on the water.  It sounds strange to say but sometimes being on the water can be the perfect shelter from an inner storm.  I knew it...she knew it.  

  At first, we just sat.  Nothing needed to be said.  Then after a bit, we talked.  Then, we fished.  As soon as the first trout was landed, her spirits lifted and she began to enjoy herself.  The Bayou was working its magic.  Peace was returning, troubles disappearing.  By the end of her visit, she went home in much better spirits, I had enjoyed my morning and she toted home a lovely bag of cleaned fish.  All in all, I would say that the Bayou Therapy worked once again.