i love a workspace the feels organized and like it could lead to the next great book or play. too bad you can get tired after organizing your desk and not to write said play or book.
i love words and writing them and reading them and being surrounded by them.
i love how the pup looks out the window these days and how he can easily keep his eyes on the christmas tree there too.
i love michelle obama. like a lot.
i love wine at the end of the day.
i love warm socks and comfy blankets.
i love re-reading works by audre lorde and bell hooks.
i love a warm bed.
i love the water.
i love the little sounds you hear in your home. the ones you only notice when it is just you and quiet.
i love how you can watch a plant move toward light. how it figures out how to get what it needs. we moved some plants on top of our bookcases a few weeks ago and i have watched how the vines have moved, how they've shifted, how they are reaching for the light. they are making the new spot work. and i love watching it. i love seeing how things move and survive and thrive despite us humans messing it all up.
i love coming home to ones that i love and love me.
i love those electric conversations you can have with a friend and sometimes with a stranger. the ones that linger in you for days after.
i love my evenings at home--when i have no other place to be.
i love getting to help others' writing processes.
i love feeling physically strong.
i love whipped cream and believe you should be able to just go into a coffee shop and order a tall whipped cream.
i love yellow details and polka dots.
i sometimes love to be busy, but most of the time i love to not be busy.
i love getting letters in the mail.
i love getting letters.
i love poetry. and writing poetry.
i love han solo.
i love how tomorrow we can try again. how even if today didn't go as planned, you can always try again tomorrow. thank goodness for tomorrow.