A few of my favorite things

In no particular order:


the basket of chips and bowls of salsa served in Mexican restaurants

air conditioning

korean dramas

second hand shops

the scent of clean laundry

the feeling just after a long run

cotton candy skies

walking through the frothy sea on hard-packed sandy shores

fires in the fireplace all crackly and warm

walking through a carpet of crunchy fall leaves in vibrant shades of yellow, red and orange  

rainforest sunrises

the roar of river rapids around our station

lights at night reflecting on water

the sound of rain on tin roofs

smooth ribbons of road stretched out to a purple-pink horizon

city lights at night

live music

rotel cheese dip - it fills in the cracks of my soul

chilled seedless grapes

a dark theater filled with the scent of buttered popcorn 

coffee shops with tall exposed ceilings and brick walls featuring local art

Christmas lights

snow falling and coating everything in a white blanket of confection

soft fuzzy socks

sleeping in

being in the middle of a vacation 

a beautifully written truth

whimsy

when a plan comes together

earnestness

courageous vulnerability

belly laughs

cleansing cries

the blue of Steve's eyes

kindred spirits

intentionality

a banana at the perfect moment of ripeness

inside jokes

blown glass art

indirect lighting

dutch doors

screened in porches

hammocks

house plants

minty-freshness

wonder

discovery

wearing my favorite jeans

long sleeves

a freshly cleaned house

creative process

collaboration

connection

heart-level conversations

sharing stories

wit

tenacity

faith

that winding pathway beside the sapphire sea in the south of France

baguettes still warm from the bakery

foreign accents

high thread-count sheets

mangoes

wifi

reconciliation 

unity

justice


What are some of yours?












 





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