Twice the Therapy

  Sometimes folks come to the Bayou to escape the hassles of the "outside" world.  When things get a bit hectic or stressful, they can escape to the relative peacefulness of the Bayou and leave the mess behind. Most want to sit on the pier and cast a line regardless of whether the fish are biting.  I do not mind as I fully understand.  The Bayou is my little bit of paradise even if there are those who disagree.  Sure, the place may seem a bit rough around the edges and not at all "livable" to those not accustomed to this life but that, in itself, suits me fine, as well.  It sort of weeds out those who do not need to be here.  The life isn't for everybody and I will be the first to say it is not.  It is perfect for me, though.  I love it here...rough edges and all.

  Today, a friend was in need of a little Bayou Therapy.  She has been having a rough month and was not feeling too well.  She was stressed, exhausted and just needing some good old peace.  As she walked down the pier, she said she could just feel things being lifted from her.  We chatted a bit, fished a bit and then Mr. PJ worked his magic.  The old dog must have somehow felt that she needed a bit of attention.  He rose, ambled over to Darlene and lifted his head.  She started petting him and cooing to him.  Another stress instantly left her.  Come to find out, she had been missing the two dogs that were with her for the past few years.  Her daughter moved out of state and took the dogs with her.  Mr. PJ was just what Darlene needed.  

  Not only did the Bayou work its magic but Mr. PJ worked his as well.  After catching a few fish, loving on the old dog and then having a fish dinner cooked up for her, Darlene left the Bayou in much better spirits.  She promised to come back for a second therapy session this weekend and I am sure that Mr. PJ will be so willing to apply a bit of his charm to go along with that of the Bayou.  Nice!