i like traveling,

and the scent of cinnamon,

bending over out of my way to smell a rose.

i like coffee sparingly

and staring out of windows

while sitting in window seats.

i love sitting on the front porch

watching the rain

smiles that truly mean someone’s happy.

i like a soft wind,

someone playing with my hair,

sweet, little kisses,

and long, passionate ones.

i like New York City’s lights and sounds

and Costa Rica’s lazy mango diesel smell,

hiking through the rainforest,

watching sea turtles lay their eggs at midnight

singing Spanish songs

and laying in hammocks

sipping berry milkshakes.

i love dreaming

i am a biologist in the rainforest

or a world class fashion designer.

i like helping people

and touching their hearts.

i love old photos

and editing pictures i’ve taken, just for art’s sake

i love the idea that i’m a painter

or a writer deep down.

i love looking up at the sky

late at night

or in the middle of the blue day.

i love books about the olden days

when courting was simpler

and people rode around in horse and buggies.

i love people

who call shopping carts buggies.

i’m fascinated with New Age

and alternative religions,

any form of mysticism.

some days i feel i want to be

a solitary hermit, content with the stillness of the mind,

satisfied to fully live the spiritual path.

somedays i just want someone special

who makes me

laugh and laugh and laugh,

i just want to laugh with him.

i love my puppy

and looking at wedding rings

and dresses,

i love sleeping in

and waking up to the rain.

i love the ocean,

walking on the beach,

dreaming of scuba diving,

seeing wonders up close.

i love books; reading and holding and buying them,

i love the smell of bookstores,

i love giving.

i love writing postcards

and heartfelt notes,

the color blue

and the thought that we are all pieces of God,

that this is why the earth doesn’t feel like our home.

i love the idea that we are born again and again,

each time we live we learn something new.

i love meditating for the good of all.

i love the One.

i love singing

and songs that mean something to me,

the lyrics are just right.

i love soft, quiet nights

and kind eyes,

costume parties

and the subtle disguise of budding love.

i love watching kids and dogs

playing in the snow,

remembering grandpa

and the sacred decorations of my grandma’s house.

i love my blonde hair,

and the way i want to dye it black,

love Ott’s Pasta,

Tea Bar & Bites,

and long, beaded necklaces.

i love simple decor,

pictures in houses,

old, funky tablecloths,

abstract art photos,

the color black.

i love color

and scaring people

and Halloween.

i love the feeling of Christmas,

like the world is the way it’s meant to be.