Walks in the forest.
Walks in the beach.
Pink sunsets.
Silence.
Provoking an ahá moment in somebody else.
Knowing this.
Watching the full moon.
Sensing the new moon.
The very first page of a book I've never read before.
My lover's soft, bearded and addictingly kissable cheeks.
His freckles. Oh lord have mercy.
The smell of sandalwood.
The process of creating a potion, elixir or special meal.
Long and profound self-pampering.
Jewelry-Talismans.
Sea shells.
Celtic music.
Mary Oliver's poetry.
The smell of damp soil.
Showing the politically incorrect, wild and often concealed parts of my psyche; vulnerability.
Moving, living in cycles consciously.