God, epic bed-head roadtrips, expression, weather, languages, being out of doors, making music, dancing, cooking what food i eat, being among fronds (family and friends)
a cup of coffee on a ski lift.
Rick Mugrage, Jed Laurance, Chris Lamson, Sufjan Stevens, Iona, Lifehouse, Chasing Furies, and playing my own stuff till my fingers are raw and my head is wrapped up in the words and the melody, my hands, my vocal chords and the guitar or piano meld, soul-pouring, and i forget everything but the open, intoxicating line of communication with God.
north and south, pride and prejudice (any version, because it is a beautiful but brutally honest foray into the foibles of femininity, and the honesty with herself that any woman must embrace to truly experience love), fellowship of the ring, last of the mohicans, chronicles of narnia, anything with Jed Laurance or Danny Kaye in it, cheesy old musicals.
i don't. -i dare you to read all this. it could be boring, but you could learn something, like that i am, in fact, justified in liking pride and prejudice, and ridiculously fond of alliteration.
blue like jazz, messy spirituality, for women only, the secular squeeze, the valley of song, chronicles of narnia, lord of the rings, the bronze bow, and the amplified bible.
people who love daily, and care to win the small battles. And, of course, God, with whom I am madly in love. Mostly though, Jesus, on account of his whole life and death and life again.