Thinking about some of my "little pleasures" in life:
Southern nights - the sounds, smells of pine and cypress, lightning bugs, the way the air envelopes you - as Neil Young says - "Let's go out and feel the night."
Lying in bed early in the morning listening to the birds, the sounds of others sleeping in the house. Collecting my thoughts for the day.
When the alarm radio goes off in the morning - getting to lie there listening to music.
Taking time to breathe - deep down into my belly, feeling the breath move through my body and energize me.
My husband in the morning - particularly when there's no rush to start the day.
Great friends.
Great wine and great food.
This life and the weird chance that it is real!
My kids for their wonderful diversity and fabulous minds.
Music that gets me deep in my soul and moves me, that makes me want to dance, that speaks to me like nothing else. The musicians who write those lyrics that move me and create those rhythms that make me want to dance.
A hot, hard sweaty workout that leaves my heart pounding and me drenched! The feeling that I get when I am finished is one of the greatest little pleasures. Getting the giggles today in bike class at the notion of being "kissed all over" (the song the instructor was playing while we were doing this monumental climb) while being really hot and sweaty. Pleasure at not falling off the bike while I am giggling!
Just thinking.
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