just for the joy of it…here goes:
- ducklings
- thunderstorms during heat waves
- reading Maya Angelou poems
- cafés&writing
- my eggyolkyellow umbrella
- my friends – people who make the sun rise in me when I see them. Warmth and light.
- Recently – being in the Welsh hills and looking at the sea
- Watercolours, acrylics, clay, making a collage, making gifts
- Getting the chance to sing – silence, a song on my mind, a song on the radio, no judgmental people around
- Michael Leunig’s praying trees and praying ducks
- This little lake in the South of France where I rested, truly rested, two years ago
- Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy, Johannes Brahms, Antonin Dvorak
- All the wonderful books I have
- Every time I find another wonderful book
- The little house I dream of
- The little garden I dream of
- The moments when I let myself create
- Finding people or books or art or poetry that really get what ‘good news’ means
- Romantic Comedies. Yes they do. Mostly.
- Dipping a brush in water, in colour and moving it over paper, watching the hairs curve, leaving behind a shape, sense, stories, symbols, an impression, just plain pleasure
- I love flowers. Petals, blossoms, the hues of pink and orange and cream white and yellow and purple and green and blue…
- …colours
- Snooker finals
- Poetry. Especially strong, female voices, owning their experience, their passion and their bodies, their experience of Godde/Christa/Sophia.
- Feminist theology
- Nature. Birds in particular. Blackbirds, sparrows, everything small and feathered that connects me to the ground I stand on, the air I breathe and the being of all things, the natural, non-artificial life I belong to.
- Working internet connections…
- Swimming. Even though I don’t often allow myself that pleasure – why? Because I’ve been taught that only skinny people are allowed to be seen in bathing suits.
- Children that are so young that they don’t believe yet every lie that they will be told in their life.
- Stained glass windows – mostly contemporary ones, in bold colours.
- Dance. Another pleasure I don’t give to myself very freely. For the same reason.
- My body, my sensuality, to wake up happy and aware of my senses and my skin and the pleasure of just being.
- People who know how to receive love
- Moments when I can receive love
- Theatre – when it’s magic.
- Long walks&talks with a friend.
- Making a place/something beautiful
- Silence
- Space
- Cloudwatching
- Moments of love and belonging
- Holding a child and feeling how it trusts you, rests on you. No defence, no self-protection. Just being.
- Good new ideas.
- The confidence, creativity, sense of self, warmth and strength and consolation in some women
- People who can stand by others in their learning/growing without trying to control it. People who trust what is and what will be because they have an unconditional belief in the unconditional love of a good and generous and gracious God.
- The presence of my guitar in this room.
- The fact that I have another 4 days holiday to take before the end of August and that this means I can have a ‘writing holiday’ somehow.
- Gooseberries
- Happy people.
- the treasures I find on retreats.
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