working on my fiber art which is spinning, basketmaking, knitting, needlefelting etc etc. it is very repetitive motions and makes me calm like stimming while making something.
cheap ice cream from my favorate auto shop on a super hot day,
the warm snuggly feeling I get when I my eyes open from a good night sleep and I am allowed to sleep in and drink of the moment
the way my dog looks when she is playing...it is so cute.
finding a new way to do an art project which always makes me feel more alive than any other times of my life.
the feeling I get after I write a great poem... It must be what new mothers feel like after giving birth...and the mental labor is almost as hard too.
those unexplainable moments when " the now" washes over me and I am sooo in the moment that all life is full of wonder for no apparent reason.
Road trips with my hair being combed by the wind.
new tennis shoes...need I say more
the smell of the forrest which feels like breathing in life itself
laughing so hard that I almost pass out from a lack of air
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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
-James Baldwin