Being Grounded
All About Trees
As I was walking yesterday, I found I was paying attention to trees. All the different kinds here on the Mountain! I recognize some of them by their bark, their leaves, their height. But, to really know a tree, I have to watch it closely: where it stands, how it moves, its relationship to other…
Read MoreHow Calm Are You?
Reacting to coronavirus shut-down? Angry with a short temper? None of us have been through something like this event before, so everything is new. What’s the best way to sanitize my home. Keeping the car virus free. Besides sterilizing before and after work, I’m cleaning the office between each client. The do’s and don’ts of…
Read MoreBe Authentic
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously. —Sophia Bush Duff here. Isn’t this a Most Wonderful Concept? You can be Yourself at anytime You choose. A magnificent Being in Your own right. Your laughter? Unique to You. Your fingerprint? All Yours. The way You decorate Your Home. Your…
Read MoreDuck Bottoms: Diving Into the Depths
On my morning walk, I pass by a pond lined with plants of all types. The drought caused the water levels to get lower and lower over the summer, and I watched the waterfowl fly away to find more comfortable homes. Over time, they left in twos and threes until there were few left. Here…
Read MoreEveryday Rituals
With all the uncertainty of the world, there is comfort in everyday rituals. For instance, I am fond of many familiar little routines that begin my day. Some people feel there’s a direct correlation between the ability to keep the eyelids open and the number of cups of coffee imbibed. For me, things like fresh…
Read MoreMy Morning Ritual
Duff again. Morning comes and I’m ready for the day. Mom releases me from my carrier (Doggy Den or Safe Place when there are thunderstorms) and we journey out to take care of “business.” Back in we come. That’s when my true Morning Ritual begins. Mom fills her kettle with water for the first cup…
Read MoreBeing Grounded
It’s Rockport, Texas after Hurricane Harvey. The small town was desolated. In the words of a young football player, “It looks like a bomb went off.” The Rockport- Fulton Pirates looked out of their homes and nothing looked familiar. Homes were gone. Streets torn up. Trees strewn across lawns and highways. Landmarks whisked away. It…
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