Favorite Things




The way you can lay in the shadow of a tree on a warm day and watch the sunlight dapple through its leaves.

How truly blessed my life is.

The way a squirrel knows where to dig for that nut he buried last season.

The smell of the breeze when the honeysuckle, lilac or jasmine is in bloom.

The deafening silence of the woods coming alive at the break of dawn, the sounds, smells and feels of life being lived.

Irish songs sung in Irish Gaelic – I don’t understand a word mentally, however, it’s like and Italian opera (which I’ve come to like) – you don’t need to know the words because the emotion is powerful enough to get the message through.

The wonders of Monet’s landscapes and the brilliance of Georgia O’Keefe’s flowers.

Strolling the farmer's market for all the seasonal blessings from the earth.

How you can cut an apple crossway and find a perfect star.

Dark Chocolate and Key Lime Pie.

Cooking - trying new recipes and foods makes everyday exciting.

A proper cup of hot black tea.

The bright glistening light of a full moon on a blanket of snow.

The in depth studies of Bible journaling, coloring and painting

Reading the thesaurus and dictionary. I'm geeky, what can I say.

Anything Beatrix Potter, Tasha Tudor or Cicely Mary Barker.

Simple veggie tacos with just a crispy corn shell, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and Louisiana hot sauce.

Rich , deep jewel tone colors – purple, red, gold, blue, fuchsia.

Making herbal tea blends, lotions & potions for better health.

The softness of real cotton against my skin.

A warm bowl of fresh made soup on a cold wintery day.

Reading Plato, Socrates and Aristotle.

Bach, Beethoven , Mendelssohn.

The cool earth between my fingers as I dig the soil when gardening.

Sitting on the back porch watching the birds dart in and out of the trees, love birds.

I love that I can look at or smell an herb and name it, its even more that an herb, it can be used to cure -  a gift - a blessing.

My daily green smoothie- kale, parsley, banana, mango, papaya and coconut water.

The wonderment in a child’s face when they “get it.”

The sound of chickens softly clucking as they forge the yard for the next bug.

Cool, crisp autumn evenings - the smell of the changing season.

The sacredness of trees, their ancient testament to history, their up lifting branches in eternal praise to the heavens.

Bright burning fire on a dark chilly night.

Yellow roses, white carnations and English ivy.

Wild lilacs and violets.

Black cats.

Winter - cozy fire in the fireplace, wrapped in a soft blanket, reading a book, snow on the ground - seasonal peace.

Keeping journals & cookbooks.

Making the best tasting gluten free cupcake or muffin.

Slow drizzling rainy days that are cool and so lazy that all I want to do is sit and cuddle with my honey.

The soulful sound of church bells ringing.

The word “HOPE” because when you have it your have a possibility of everything.

That calming place in meditation where you cease to exist and all things are one.

How life is the school and I am always learning something new.

Velvety black night sky painted with stars.

The call of a whip-o-will and the quail.

Lavender, lavender, lavender, lavender.

The sound of the birds just before sunset followed by the calm silence when they have roosted and the beginning of the cricket's song breaking that silence – sunset sounds.



No comments:

Post a Comment