Posts by Joan Courtney
The Comfort of Rituals
With all the uncertainty of the world, there is comfort in everyday rituals. I am fond of the many familiar little routines that begin my day. For me, things like fresh water in the hot pot for that morning cup of tea puts a spark in my day. Even before then, I wake and stretch…
Read MoreRosh Hashanah
“Shana Tova!” Happy New Year! Rosh Hashanah —A traditional greeting for the New Year Duff here. Today is the day for Great Celebration (and subtle Trepidation) in the Jewish calendar. And I want to share a little of what Mom and I found out about the High Holy Days with You. Unlike modern New Year’s…
Read MoreThe Trip Back Home
Duff here. We have been going through a heat Spell in these parts. Now, it may not be hot to some, but It was plenty warm for Me. But I digress. Mom and I were on Our morning saunter. I decided to extend the Journey, for there was So Much to explore and Scents to…
Read MorePeople’s Hearts
When you start looking at people’s hearts instead of their face, life becomes clear. —extramadness.com Duff here. Loyal Reader, I have a problem that I think You can help Me figure out. People are walking around wearing Muzzles. Some of these are gaily Colored, while Others are light Blue or Black. Some have a Gaiter…
Read MoreI Detest Puddles
Duff here. Once again, We are in Monsoon Season. So many are pleased and delighted with the Rain. Sometimes It comes down gently, while at other times deluging as a Torrent. I have issues with Thunder and Lightning, for I’m convinced Something is out to Get Me. (I just know it.) I slide over in…
Read MoreSparkles of Happiness
Your smile is your logo. Your personality is your business card. How you leave others feeling after an experience with you becomes your trademark. —Jay Danzia Duff here. When I connect with Someone, I smile My Doggy Smile. Now this is fairly difficult to see, for I do have a Lot Of Fur. But My…
Read MoreThe Near Encounter
Duff here. As You know, Mom and I live in a rural area. Once We were on a Saunter (is there any other Way to walk?), and I stopped in My Tracks. And stared into the woods. And Kept on gazing until Mom finally saw what I was Pointing out to Her. A beautiful herd…
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