Just Me. Top Dawg.

Hey folks. It’s just me today. I know. I know. You’re wondering what gives and why isn’t Louise here but it’s okay. She’s kinda struggling right now and needs to take care of herself.

I mean, seriously. I’m laying beside her while she sits at her desk trying to write this and she keeps going back and erasing and erasing and starting over and starting over and believe me, it’s tiring. Finally, she passed the keyboard over to me and said, “Here. You type it. I’m just not in a place where I can today.”

What gives you ask?

Well. She’s really tired and worried and feeling frustrated and confused by feeling frustrated and tired and while she’s doing her best to breathe deep and stay centered there’s this voice of worry that keeps popping into her head disturbing her peace of mind and then she forgets to breathe and it’s back to square one.

I mean, how many times can a woman say, “Breathe in life. Exhale Love. Breathen in life. Exhale Love.”

Apparently, according to Louise, life is all about everything, and I mean everything. It’s not just the love and joy and rainbows and lollipops she likes to write about. It’s also about the worry and insecurities and fears and woes, the not so pretty things that create disharmony all over this world.

That’s life.

And, according to Louise, we gotta breathe it all in and be okay with it. And at this moment, she’s struggling to be ok with it. And that’s ok.

So, I’m here to tell you, I’m being the most loving, considerate, kind companion she could ever want. And though I pleaded to go with her and C.C. to see her sister in the ICU, apparently, they don’t let dawgs in, even top dawgs like me, so I sit at home tending the candle she lit for her sister as a sign of hope, health and love.

Oh it’s okay. She doesn’t leave a fire burning candle going when she goes out. She’s got one of those battery operated ones she uses for when she’s not at home, so everybody’s safe, including me! Though, I think I’m smart enough to blow out a fire burning one if I needed to, apparently, she thinks it’s not a good idea to leave a dawg with one burning.

I get it. She’s in hyper-worry mode.

So, here I am, letting you know, she’s okay. just doing what she tells other people to do — taking care of herself. Which let’s face it, means I’m taking care of her and that’s good! ‘Cause I’m the best taking care of my hooman dawg she could ever have.

In the meantime, she asks, if you can, light a candle and say a few prayers for her sister. Every light and voice of loving wishes and well-being helps.

Namaste