Walks in the forest.
Walks in the beach.
Provoking an ahá moment in somebody else.
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.
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.