I like ~
I like the feel of a cold floor on bare feet on a brisk morning. Funny because I like a warm bed to tuck my feet into at night. I like the first whiff of fresh ground coffee beans. I like the color of the sky at twilight -- deepening aqua blue, especially when the trees are silhouetted against it. I like roses and I like violets. Violets are especially wonderful early in the morning when the dew is sprinkled on the green velvet leaves and the violets are deep and purple and full of perfume. I like the smell of homemade bread when it is baking in the oven. I like the first bite of homemade cookies. I like the magic you catch when your eyes lock with someone's and you know the same delightful thought dances in your mind and theirs. I like the wonder I feel as I gaze at art in a museum. I love standing there, caught in the amazement of beauty. I like strong Irish cheddar cheese, crisp crackers and Earl Grey Tea. I like a bit of butter, with salt and pepper on popcorn and a cup of good Irish Breakfast tea. I like standing at the beach, just where the waves lap the sand and staring out ... out to Hawaii. Actually I like standing at the beach where the waves lap the sand IN Hawaii and staring out to sea. I think from there you can just see forever. I like words -- words full of meaning and import, layered with nuance and insight. I like music that rifles through memories, unwrapping them from tissue and time, shaking them out, holding them at arms length, turning them slowly so you can see them in this time's light. I like clever-ness : clever people and clever ideas. I like morning sounds when you tiptoe out early~early, all alone with the trees and pink clouds. I like the warm robe feeling of joy -- deep and snugly and cosy and safe. I like happy too ~ like giggles held in your mouth till they pop.
What do you like?
I like when bloggers keep their background themes for longer than a week. And when they do change them . . . they are pleasant. :)
ReplyDeleteAll in fun you know!
There are so many things I like . . . like running and having that feeling that I am going to vomit, but I don't. I like pushing my creativity to the edge of my knowing and creating something outside myself. I like warm, and sun, and both of those things together. I especially like all types of junk food. It makes me feel good for a few moments, then bad for an even longer time.
I like knowing that I am part of a family, and that I can love them and they love me. And we will be family forever. I like sweet, sour, and bland. I love color. If it had a taste I am sure I would be one of the few that could taste it. I like designing spaces to be in. I like the feeling of creating a space, that has a feel, and sitting in it and having that feeling. I like it when people understand what I am telling them. I like hearing people's stories, and then crying and laughing with them. And thinking about them differently for the rest of my life.
I too like words. They have become my friends.
O.K., I take that back . . . I don't like the feeling that I get when I run and almost loose my groceries. I think I really like the "pushing" myself part. And that is a great pushing myself part!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was milking with Macy last night I sat on my little hand-made milking stool and thought of ALL the things I like. How refreshing. I heard them in my head poetically, like I was going to publish it or something. Like I was writing for someone other than me to hear. Thanks for the inspiration to ponder on the tings that I should actually be thinking about. (I must confess that most of the time I listen to my voice telling me what I need to get done and how to organize it. When it is all said and done, and I am old and funny, it is not going to matter what I got done, it will matter how I was "being")