I like drawing, the feeling of the line that pours out of a wet paintbrush, black and inky.
I like day-glo pink against tangerine, with maybe a splash of turquoise, just the right shade.
I don’t like misspelled words.
I like the stars in a black sky in the country and the electric buzz of insects. I like the curve of Nico’s ear and the plumpness of his thighs.
I like extra virgin olive oil eyes and freckles sprinkled like glitter on cheeks.
I like my new pants– soft + squishy like sweats, but still stylish enough for these parts.
I like the magic hour and how the light looks just after a rain. When there are charcoal clouds in the sky and a burst of sunshine spills through. I like the streaks of pink and grey in the sky that hang over Monterey Market at night.
I like listening to (+ singing) that song from Frozen, Human, really loud in the car by myself.
I like being in the car with my boys and pulling up to our house but not turning off the radio- all of us rapt, making a silent agreement that you don’t turn off a good song even if you have arrived at your destination.
I like the ritual of vacuuming the house and setting the chairs out on Thursday mornings before writing class. I like setting out the mugs for tea, burning the sage and saying a special blessing to prepare the space.
I like painting on Wednesday nights with Mati and noticing how girly I’ve become in my art making – flowers, gold doilies, hot pink and polka dots.
I like the way I have softened over the last year, how I am learning to take in the love coming my way; how I am learning, slowly, how to allow more and more love to move through me.