Apocalypse Fatigue

As I leave the house early some mornings, my little dog (as the one before her) rushes around me, protesting furiously, anxious not only because I am leaving but also because she does not know how long I will be gone.

Outside, I turn to look at her: she quiets, her mournful eyes holding mine as we look at each other in the darkness through the glass door.

For that moment, I wish we could simply be together, enjoying the comfort of being surrounded by love, unconcerned by appointments and timelines.

Though she does not know it, the truth is that, given my lifestyle, I am never far away.

I always leave food & water for her when I am not present in body.

It is her choice whether to eat or drink.

Because we live in different planes of existence (as the one before her), I hope she remembers this in her little Yorkie brain:

I will be back.

Meanwhile she can watch for signs & sounds of my return: a car in the drive, the slamming of doors, a key turned in the lock.

Be still—watch & wait.

But do not forget to nourish yourself. ***************** Mosaic Glass Door Zoe Photograph