Writing. Art. Photography. Animals. Looking at life through a wide angled lens. Laughing. Listening carefully and paying attention to the right things. Having the courage to stand cemented in my principles. Visiting far away places as I sleep. Being loyal to my kindness yet accepting my dark side, which I express through my poetry at very unexpected moments. Trying everyday to be a better person...a good person.
The sun and the moon and the stars.
The music I listen to depends on the mood I am in. Always.
The Family Stone. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner. Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Star Wars. Grease. Anything on sundance. Audrey Rose. Oh, and how could I possibly forget Postcards from the Edge. And my all time favorite Legends of the Fall. The love story in this movie stirs my soul. The Peanut's Christmas Special. Breakfast at Tiffany's. Old movies in general.
Six Feet Under. Curb Your Enthusiam. Sex And The City. The King of Queens. Not the news, it makes me sad; though I still read the newspaper and watch the news...with my eyes half closed and the mute button close at hand. HGTV. NOVA. Stations that teach! Clifford the Big Red Dog. Psychic stories.
Anything by Augusten. Too many to possibly list. I have always loved to read. But I must say, this book changed my life...drum roll...Mans Search For Meaning by Victor Frankl. Well, or maybe it was Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great by Judy Blume. No really, books are an adventure...an escape and a way out of reality when reality gets to be too much, as it often does. For me, anyway.
Jesus. My mom. My husband. E. Hemingwaste. Writers/Artists. Individual people who dare to be themselves. Animal rescue people. Nurses. Ziggy. The Peanut's Gang. Misfits.Cats. Fish that miss the hook. Flowers. Hands that wear rings delicately. Strangers who smile back, or first. Homeless people with broken souls and lost eyes who make it, regardless. People who see the value and worth in simple, charitable living. Big, cute, shaggy dogs. Flowers.