I love my peanut butter and honey toast every morning with a cup of coffee. I find different kinds of honey at farmers markets and other local stores.
I’m already looking forward to this breakfast before I go to bed each evening. And it’s a small spark of joy to start my day! I savor each bite and each sip.
I fall in love with so many things, and they often find their way home. A maple leaf that has swirled down the tree one late autumn evening, an acorn, the unusually bright green of a trash can, chuckles, a warm cup of tea, a little yellow light above my stove, tiny jars, oh, the list is probably endless. Thank you for writing about this!
Can you name someone or something you love, that doesn’t fit inside the usual category of worthy-object-of-love?
I feel a sense of love for those who accept my kids for who they are and draw them in. They are all introverts, autistic, and have a difficult time connecting with people. Those who have brought them into their social circle make me feel so warm and fuzzy, and I guess I could say I love them for it.
My deepest love, besides my family and friends, is the ocean. I love music, especially classical and country. I melt when my cat curls up on me and purrs or when my dog snuggles up next to me. I am in love with the color green, at the moment. I adore the sound of foreign languages, especially when my daughter speaks Arabic or French. Hearing my kids laugh together--oh, how I love to hear that, knowing they are all living very challenging lives.
Yes, I do... I love swans (the little ones are not from this world), squirrels, poppies, pansies, violet hues, indigo, surrealism, stars, poetry (what would life be without it?), rainbows, Henry Corbin's opera, and most of all, Fall...
Sunflowers are flowers so beautiful and precious that my wife is one of only two women, apart from my own family, whom I’ve ever met who are worthy of being called a sunflower in human form 🌻
I beheld my lovely wife, a mom of two children, this morning, as she was dressed in a dress that’s black on top and purple on the bottom. That got me to thinking just how so majestically beautiful women who take upon the role of motherhood and carry out that role in righteousness. My goodness, how beautiful a mother my wife most sweet and dear is, and mothers everywhere are majestically beautiful, too!
The anticipation of a snow day when I stay inside in my pajamas all morning and watch the snow fall softly outside. All noises seem to stop aside from the occasional plow. Then my 7 year old forces me outside and my same boring yard becomes a magical place. Time seems to stop and all I hear is snow falling (even though it doesn’t make a sound) and my daughter’s giggles. Finally we stumble inside and I make hot chocolate and sit by the fire. It’s all of life’s simple pleasures all at once.
What a beautiful poem and for the prompt that gets right into the heart of daily life, how we look, perceive, experience the world - I can relate what others share. Interestingly, these gems are mostly sensual, during a walk last Sunday, I noticed the autumn smell prevailing in the park, earthy and muddy - to be takin in by big breaths, the morning sun which now leaves the sky pinky purple - which is impressive, when I cannot sleep, I notice that there IS actually silence in the noisy apartment building - and I love it. . . I like the sensation of light, and cosy warmth that merino wool provides - it feels delicious. . . - and any surprise interaction with people. Last weekend, I dared to ask the stranger sitting a table next to mine, what kind of cake he was having - as it looked yummy. I wasn’t sure whether I was too nosy, but from his reaction, with a heartfelt smile, so much friendliness, I got the impression, that he hadn’t been asked for a bit. I wanted to move on but most likely, the simply question could have been a start of a friendly chat that lightened up somebody’s day - and mine. It didn’t cost anything of course, and I thought I should do that more often, it’s become a coined term - but why not? Random acts of kindness. . . . -
I love the smell, feel and texture of books. Even the colour or colours of the book holds my interest. No e-books for this bibliophile. I want to hold them in my hands.
I want to turn the pages and hear them flick. I look at the back and front covers inside and out. I check out the spine.
I wonder how this book was made. The love and care that went into this book. The process of printing, folding, assembling and adding the cover.
I thank the person who invented the printing press, which enabled mass production of the thing I love most; books.
By the way it's Johannes Gutenberg, who in the middle 15th century invented the mechanised printing press. Thank you Mr Gutenberg for your wonderful invention. 🙏
I love to look out of the window in the evening or step out onto the balcony to take in the scent of the evening air, to sense its subtle shades and the faint messages it carries. The evening smells awaken a quiet curiosity in me and I continue watching the silhouettes of houses and trees in the twilight or full darkness, trying to catch sight of the stars, and listening to the muffled sounds of passing cars or voices drifting from the courtyard or nearby houses through open windows.
In the morning, I love to open the window or the balcony door again and breathe in the air’s scent once more - the morning smells bring a light thrill, excitement for the new day.
I love strangers. I love that they are complex and intricate and despite me knowing nothing about them. I love when they say hi to me or flash a soft smile as we pass eachother by. I love that we share this earth together, and that we can connect based on just that fact alone. The fact that we didn’t choose to be here, but we are regardless. Together. I love them even when they don’t acknowledge me. When a passerby avoids eye contact, I love them still because they are just in their head and they don’t know that I love them.
Reading these comments is lovely! (as it always is, no matter what the topic)
My list includes birdsong, flowers, miniature anything, those few days in the spring when the budding leaves aren't quite out yet and it looks like a pale green mist everywhere, that first sip of tea when the temperature is just *perfect*, blue & white or red & white anything, the sssssshhhhh sound of thread pulling through fabric as I stitch, stripes, tartan, (stripes & tartan together! once a Bay City Rollers fan, always a fan LOL), the moon, dark skies with a shaft of sun or a rainbow, twinkly lights, clothing that is soft, dogs.... the list is really endless when you start paying attention!
I love the enrobing comfort of donning soft socks and slipping my feet into my slippers at the end of the day.
I love my peanut butter and honey toast every morning with a cup of coffee. I find different kinds of honey at farmers markets and other local stores.
I’m already looking forward to this breakfast before I go to bed each evening. And it’s a small spark of joy to start my day! I savor each bite and each sip.
I find it so heartwarming to write about love.
I fall in love with so many things, and they often find their way home. A maple leaf that has swirled down the tree one late autumn evening, an acorn, the unusually bright green of a trash can, chuckles, a warm cup of tea, a little yellow light above my stove, tiny jars, oh, the list is probably endless. Thank you for writing about this!
Can you name someone or something you love, that doesn’t fit inside the usual category of worthy-object-of-love?
I feel a sense of love for those who accept my kids for who they are and draw them in. They are all introverts, autistic, and have a difficult time connecting with people. Those who have brought them into their social circle make me feel so warm and fuzzy, and I guess I could say I love them for it.
My deepest love, besides my family and friends, is the ocean. I love music, especially classical and country. I melt when my cat curls up on me and purrs or when my dog snuggles up next to me. I am in love with the color green, at the moment. I adore the sound of foreign languages, especially when my daughter speaks Arabic or French. Hearing my kids laugh together--oh, how I love to hear that, knowing they are all living very challenging lives.
Yes, I do... I love swans (the little ones are not from this world), squirrels, poppies, pansies, violet hues, indigo, surrealism, stars, poetry (what would life be without it?), rainbows, Henry Corbin's opera, and most of all, Fall...
One more thing popped into my head: sunflowers!
Sunflowers are flowers so beautiful and precious that my wife is one of only two women, apart from my own family, whom I’ve ever met who are worthy of being called a sunflower in human form 🌻
I beheld my lovely wife, a mom of two children, this morning, as she was dressed in a dress that’s black on top and purple on the bottom. That got me to thinking just how so majestically beautiful women who take upon the role of motherhood and carry out that role in righteousness. My goodness, how beautiful a mother my wife most sweet and dear is, and mothers everywhere are majestically beautiful, too!
The anticipation of a snow day when I stay inside in my pajamas all morning and watch the snow fall softly outside. All noises seem to stop aside from the occasional plow. Then my 7 year old forces me outside and my same boring yard becomes a magical place. Time seems to stop and all I hear is snow falling (even though it doesn’t make a sound) and my daughter’s giggles. Finally we stumble inside and I make hot chocolate and sit by the fire. It’s all of life’s simple pleasures all at once.
What a beautiful poem and for the prompt that gets right into the heart of daily life, how we look, perceive, experience the world - I can relate what others share. Interestingly, these gems are mostly sensual, during a walk last Sunday, I noticed the autumn smell prevailing in the park, earthy and muddy - to be takin in by big breaths, the morning sun which now leaves the sky pinky purple - which is impressive, when I cannot sleep, I notice that there IS actually silence in the noisy apartment building - and I love it. . . I like the sensation of light, and cosy warmth that merino wool provides - it feels delicious. . . - and any surprise interaction with people. Last weekend, I dared to ask the stranger sitting a table next to mine, what kind of cake he was having - as it looked yummy. I wasn’t sure whether I was too nosy, but from his reaction, with a heartfelt smile, so much friendliness, I got the impression, that he hadn’t been asked for a bit. I wanted to move on but most likely, the simply question could have been a start of a friendly chat that lightened up somebody’s day - and mine. It didn’t cost anything of course, and I thought I should do that more often, it’s become a coined term - but why not? Random acts of kindness. . . . -
El Luna, the moon
A guide and confidant
Loved by my eyes
in my heart
as when i see it…stand in its glow
or eye it setting in the daylight…
I stop
a grin is born
even when i feel torn in pieces.
… especially then
Beautiful. Deeply felt and evocative.
I love the smell, feel and texture of books. Even the colour or colours of the book holds my interest. No e-books for this bibliophile. I want to hold them in my hands.
I want to turn the pages and hear them flick. I look at the back and front covers inside and out. I check out the spine.
I wonder how this book was made. The love and care that went into this book. The process of printing, folding, assembling and adding the cover.
I thank the person who invented the printing press, which enabled mass production of the thing I love most; books.
By the way it's Johannes Gutenberg, who in the middle 15th century invented the mechanised printing press. Thank you Mr Gutenberg for your wonderful invention. 🙏
I love receiving an unexpected kindness
The bright orange cups of poppies. The star above the tree. The feeling of 'weekend' on a warm Friday afternoon.
I love to look out of the window in the evening or step out onto the balcony to take in the scent of the evening air, to sense its subtle shades and the faint messages it carries. The evening smells awaken a quiet curiosity in me and I continue watching the silhouettes of houses and trees in the twilight or full darkness, trying to catch sight of the stars, and listening to the muffled sounds of passing cars or voices drifting from the courtyard or nearby houses through open windows.
In the morning, I love to open the window or the balcony door again and breathe in the air’s scent once more - the morning smells bring a light thrill, excitement for the new day.
I love strangers. I love that they are complex and intricate and despite me knowing nothing about them. I love when they say hi to me or flash a soft smile as we pass eachother by. I love that we share this earth together, and that we can connect based on just that fact alone. The fact that we didn’t choose to be here, but we are regardless. Together. I love them even when they don’t acknowledge me. When a passerby avoids eye contact, I love them still because they are just in their head and they don’t know that I love them.
Reading these comments is lovely! (as it always is, no matter what the topic)
My list includes birdsong, flowers, miniature anything, those few days in the spring when the budding leaves aren't quite out yet and it looks like a pale green mist everywhere, that first sip of tea when the temperature is just *perfect*, blue & white or red & white anything, the sssssshhhhh sound of thread pulling through fabric as I stitch, stripes, tartan, (stripes & tartan together! once a Bay City Rollers fan, always a fan LOL), the moon, dark skies with a shaft of sun or a rainbow, twinkly lights, clothing that is soft, dogs.... the list is really endless when you start paying attention!