Things I Love
Some days I want to make a list of my favorite things, but these lists only hold true for that day, or even that moment, when I wake up, having had an eight-hours-of-sleep night for the first time in a week, and feel great, and smell faintly of dulce de leche body oil (don't ask), and think that life might be all right, after all.
I don't mind that these lists are fleeting; in fact, I think they're truer because they're fleeting. The hardest thing to bear about life seems to be that it is fleeting - not just the whole but each section of it. A day flashes by, a year, a brilliant moment that you'd like to capture in amber and hang on the windowsill to watch the light shine through, forever.
No, I haven't suddenly fallen in love, unless it is with me, with life itself, with the sound of Coltrane and the morning light. Sometimes I am just in the vibe, in the groove of the jam session that is being alive in one's own small, breathing, juicy-fleshed container. It's all good. At the moment. That's all we ever have, remember?
Things I Love Today:
(no numbers here; they are not joyful enough)
-apricot jam. also, cherry.
-the fact that ma petite chat is snoozing in the treehouse I built for her.
-bananas. and my foresight in having bought some when I was seriously craving them yesterday.
-A Love Supreme. It's about God.
-Boywich. Happy Valentine's Day, Boywich. You are a sweetie. (no, I did not sleep with Boywich. I mean, recently.)
-the way my Nikon sees me.
-the way I saw me, last night, naked in front of a mirror. For once, I saw the beauty of that.
-the way my teapot looks like it's having a conversation with my toaster.
-the five ideas for photo projects I came up with last night.
-the fact that I am not, in fact, cool at all.
-my new messenger bag.
-oatmeal.
-knitting with other people.
-two shades of blue.
-my mom.
-my two measuring tapes: one has Pinocchio's nose on the end, which "grows" longer as you pull it out, and the other my mom gave me when I was in the hospital.
-that was several years ago today.
-it was all fine.
-when I got home, Boywich had filled our entire house with roses. Every room.

Happy Valentines Day, Lizbon Grav.
XOXO