A while back, I tried to make a list of my “favorite things.” I mean, Oprah Winfrey came up with a fantastic list every year, right? But for me, the task was harder than I thought. A few things came to mind, of course….but then the ideas just stopped.
So when my friend Amy Oscar posted this invitation on her website, I wasn’t sure what would happen but took it as a writing challenge. Exactly 400 words, huh?
Here’s my list….I am curious about what would be on yours. Please share in a comment! (And no, you don’t have to use 400 words unless you want to!)
A cashmere turtleneck.
A workout with loud music and good sweat.
Sliding under a down comforter on a winter night.
The melody of words read aloud.
Books. I cannot be without books.
The fleeting moment when spring trees blossom.
Remembering the details of a dream.
Lanz flannel gowns.
An uncrowded beach.
The steady breath of sleep.
Throwing a tennis ball and watching my dog run for it in delight.
Neatly trimmed nails.
My writer friends.
Being amazed by my children as adults…the ways they are better than me.
Holding hands with my grandchildren.
Little Violet deep in sleep on my chest.
Fresh snow on evergreens.
A flat-ish belly.
Reading poetry out loud, slowly.
A clean house. Organization. Space.
Days when the air is so clear it sparkles.
Dancing to Motown.
Patsy Cline. Cat Stevens The Beatles.
Theatre, more than the movies.
Radio, more than TV.
Early morning, more than late night.
The breeze off the Gulf of Mexico.
Careful listening before speaking.
An open mind and heart.
A conversation where I learn something from my mom.
Someone who calls me “friend.”
Friendships that go way back. Friendship that is new, growing.
The smell of a campfire.
The North Star.
Art in unexpected places.
Christmas carols sung in German.
Being asked, “What do you think?”
Real calligraphy, with ink from a bottle.
Wading in the Gulf holding my husband’s hand.
Road trips. Good music on the radio.
Words flowing from a fast pen.
The deep satisfaction of seeing our children’s children living in joy.
Singing the Hallelujah Chorus and realizing I know all the words.
The moments when life feels just about perfect.
Stars in the Vermont winter sky.
Time to write, and really writing.
The Continental Divide.
Pitching in, and knowing that even a small service bears great gifts.
Winnie the Pooh.
Feeling strong and healthy, confident and capable.
Giving a gift that hits the mark.
The words, “You’ve done a good job.”
Traditions that live.
Faith that runs deep.
Knowing when I have done the right thing.
Counting my blessings.