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A few of my favorite things

Disclaimer : Stream of consciousness rules today, so leave now if you're not in the mood for it.

Life is made up of little moments...moments where you're acutely aware of your surroundings, moments where you're distracted and just cruise through them on your way to another place, moments where your breath whooshes out and you're struck by the coolness of a given snapshot in time. We amass these millions of moments, remember some, forget others, but it's the moments that add up to the big banana of life.

These moments are often punctuated, reinforced or highlighted by smells, sounds, sights, sensations, that originate from any number of places. My favorite things add to my memorable moments, and in honor of the stream of consciousness approach I'm taking to this post, I'm going to shut my eyes and create the list, in no particular order.

Early morning. The light, the freshness, the potential.


The aroma of fresh ground coffee.


The scent of fresh coffee brewing.


The taste of fresh coffee.


Green tea. The smell of it steeping, the wonderful light but distinctive taste on the tongue, the clarity it imparts.


Kitty love.  When my cats rubs on my ankles, then meows at me, then stands close for a rub. When she curls up in my lap (her lap actually) when I'm in my favorite chair, reading or relaxing. When she curls up against the small of my back when we nap.


Running.


Yoga.


Meditation.


Conceiving, preparing, then enjoying healthy, delicious meals.


Rainfall.


Jazz.


Reading.


Writing.


Perfume.


Great shoes.


The 'right' red lipstick.


Red nail polish to match.


Lace.


Silk.


Love.


Friendship. 


Musing.


Happy hair.


My kids' belly laughs.


Hubby's humor.


The garden.


To be continued...

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