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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
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Love. 
21st-Sep-2009 01:21 pm
We're grownups now...
I love my daughter, and my husband, and my boyfriend; I love my chosen family, and my friends. I love my cats.

I love my hair, and I love my glasses.

I love really good food and red wine. I love dancing. I love hot baths in the winter and swimming in the summer. I love firm touch. I love complex scents (I love BPAL and Droplettes and all of those). I love my height, or lack thereof.

I love storytelling.

I love working with BARCC. I love that my volunteer coordinator says "I imagine you’re like the CEO of a vast network of human compassion."

I love Boston. And Chicago and New Orleans and trains, and I love that bits of Home are scattered everywhere.

I love it when people appreciate my oversized laugh. I love Blogathon. I love big deep books. I love creative people.

I love everyone who is innovatively bringing joy into this world. I love everyone who is kind.

I love singing, even though it's not one of my skills. I love walking. I love noticing little hidden things in all sorts of places. I love hugs and lapsitting.

I love Halloween because we are all kids again, and I love Thanksgiving because it fills my house to overflowing with happy people.

I love shiny things and tactilely-pleasant things - jewelry and yarn and silk and velvet.

I love this world.

(Your turn.)
Comments 
21st-Sep-2009 06:11 pm (UTC)
Boom-de-yadda Boom-de-yadda!
21st-Sep-2009 06:21 pm (UTC)
beat me to it.
21st-Sep-2009 06:11 pm (UTC) - I love...
I love my Pack... the circle of friends who are chosen family including my hubby, my boyfriend and even my blood sister.

I love dogs...they love unconditionally and with great enthusiasm.

I love walking...I can walk anywhere given enough time and lately feeling strong enough to make really long distances again.

I love great wine and really good food.

I love Halloween because it is about being a kid and having fun. I love Thanksgiving because it is about those we love and gratitude.

I love New England with its varied weather and wide range of landscapes. Spring Maple Syrup, Summer beaches and festivals, Fall foliage and fairs and Winter Sports.

I love History--mine, yours, theirs, a city's, a nation's or a culture's. The story of who a person or a place is or came to be is fascinating to me.

I love just hanging out with people, listening to their stories and their opinions. Letting the hours fly by just by enjoying the pleasure of someone's laugh, smile and/or voice.

I love touching...hugs, cuddles, backrubs, snuggling on a couch or even just holding hands.

I love people...they can be horrible, ghastly creatures but they can also be creatures of great joy, comedy, beauty and wonder.

I love that I have a very giving community and I really love giving back.
21st-Sep-2009 06:19 pm (UTC)
I love this entry :-)

I love my husband, my children, our home.

The pretty things that draw me to create - flosses and yarns and beads.

My guitar and bass and the notes that they play.

My laptop, that enables me to meet so many people and cultivate friendships all over the place.

The seasons, each with their own special flavors and rituals.

The warmth and love in a hug.

The sparkle of merriment in a laughing eye.

Words, and their fabulous, endless permutations.

Chocolate.

Sex.

The sunbeam in my dining room.

Sanity, so freshly regained and appreciated.
21st-Sep-2009 06:59 pm (UTC)
I love how written words can spark a memory that brings a smile to your face.

This entry did that for me.

When my Mother and Grandmother were both still living, we'd gathered for Christmas. It was one of the few years that all the sisters weren't fighting, all the grandkids were present, my best friend was home on leave from his station in the military, my marriage was still young and seemed filled with hope. We were surrounded by love and family and friends.

So, in that vein, we decided we'd each speak, giving one thing/circumstance we loved.

Everyone was weepy and giving all the schmoop you'd expect..

Then my step Dad, with a straight face said, "I love that I only have sex once a year."

... the room gave a collective O_o

Then he finished, "AND TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT!" and did the raise the roof thing.

Sounds silly/stupid in words, but your entry took me there. And made me smile.

So, today.. more than I usually do, I love your words.

Edited at 2009-09-21 07:01 pm (UTC)
22nd-Sep-2009 02:02 pm (UTC)
And sparks another memory.

I was about two and a half when my uncle got married. I have dim memories of it. However, my parents apparently told me I should go up to my uncle and say "Tonight's the night, Uncle Frank! Tonight's the night!"

While I didn't get it, much to everyone's embarrassment, I kept running around saying it.
21st-Sep-2009 07:09 pm (UTC)
I love my wife, no matter how badly she get's under my skin.

I love my friends, both in real life and on LJ. Yes I love every last one and I am greatful to have each and every one of them.

I love my job, I love my part time job of writing comics more then the fourty hour a week one.

I love my comic book crew. For without them I am nothing.

I love my fuzzy mutt of a dog, no matter how much she begs or barks.

I love to read comic books, no matter how badlythey are written or drawn.

I love to rake up the leaves in the backyard and walk through then in my bare feet.

I love cool air of fall.

I love to dress as a ren geek.

I love women in all their shapes and forms.


yeah that's it for now.
21st-Sep-2009 07:17 pm (UTC) - I love....
Days like this when it all comes together
Working with friends to come up with an answer
Beautiful warm sun in a cool breeze
A story that just makes you want to crawl through the device to see the people telling it, and ask them more.
The expectation I can do something hard that I couldn't do next week, and maybe it's not so hard after all.
Talking to my parents, especially mom
Unexpected connections with not-close family
Macoun apples sliced with peanut butter
sushi!!!
Watching my husband re-evaluate just about everything and in a good way
The sun almost coming up over a misty field with all the fall colors blending-
Serendipitous music that makes you think it's divine intervention (that was coupled with the dawn view of the field today)

It's a good day. Most of these reminders are less than 24 hours old.
21st-Sep-2009 07:47 pm (UTC)
I love my parents and my sisters.

I love my friends, past and present.

I love my fangirl horde, whether we're watching anime, giggling on the couch, supporting each other's emo, cheering each other's successes, cooking or playing with beads or ... I love our characters - hang-ups, traumas, limitations, redemption arcs, and all.

I love good coffee and fruit and chocolate.

I love cats. And honorary cats.

I love good fantasy and science fiction; smart, engaging books and the occasional fluffy reading. In equal measure.

I love libraries.

I love funky tights and hats.

I love fan fiction and fandom meta and character-crushes and squee.

I love hugs and puppy-piles and skritches, and falling asleep on people's shoulders.

I love fall in New England: crisp air, blue skies, turning leaves, spectacular sunsets, cozy hooded sweatshirts.

I love outspoken people, kind and helpful people, courage and creativity of all stripes and polka dots.

I love storytelling in all its forms. I love the power of words and images to persuade and encourage and disturb and, yes, revolutionize the world.
21st-Sep-2009 08:09 pm (UTC) - i can't resist
Boom-de-yada!
21st-Sep-2009 09:39 pm (UTC)
paris in the springtime?
22nd-Sep-2009 12:19 am (UTC)
I love

the whistle of the kettle and holding a hot mug of tea in my hands on a chilly almost-Autumn morning.

the wind at dusk through the Fells as I lean the 'bike through the curves of South Border Road.

the refuge and peace of my home after a busy day.

those 'Eureka!' moments when everything in a project all fits together after weeks of seeming like a jumbled mess.

picking up a book and becoming utterly lost in it, to emerge later knowing something new.

studying a new subject, and finding that all I really have learned is how much I don't actually know about it.

that crystal moment of realizing that I can let go of yet another thing or experience that I thought I couldn't live without.

serious wandering conversations with old friends.

watching boisterous happy people interact, even if it does tire me out just to see.

...and because it's stuck in my head now so I had to find it and play it, I love classic rock like Bo Diddley's "Who do you love?".
22nd-Sep-2009 01:42 am (UTC)
I love my wife and my daughter, without whom I wouldn't be nearly the man I am right now.

BTW, Pookie is in the hospital, going on her third day tomorrow, with symptoms of asthma. I love Children's Hospital of Pgh because everyone there has been so great, and I love all my friends for calling, visiting, and sending their well wishes. Talk about chosen family.

I have more, but it doesn't feel right to post it here, now. Maybe later.
22nd-Sep-2009 03:06 am (UTC)
It took me moving to Texas to realize I love being in New England. It's not too warm, neither too cold-- we get all four seasons (OK, this year, maybe 3 1/2), no weirdness, and the ground stays mostly in one place.

I love the sight of the stars at night. The other night, I found Andromeda with a pair of binoculars, and that's light that's been traveling for 25 million years. Awesome.

I love the way the trees look in the summertime on the Concord river where I like to go kayaking. Especially when the hot winds blow, and you can see the undersides of the leaves.

I love the way the sun casts shadows, and the entire world is a study of contrast when winter snow blankets the land.
I love the contrast between the life of summer and the death of winter.

I love the endorphin rush I still get the day after a bone-crushing workout. If that workout came at the hands of four hours paddling in the sea, I love that I can tell neat stories about it as well.

I love taking my kayak to the ocean, asking Neptune where I might go, and finding out that sometimes, the answer is "no, you can't go where you want". And yet, it's still a good time.

I love that people are born with imperfections, and that none of us lives forever.
I think mortality is our greatest gift: it forces us to make decisions (and act on them) that we might not have made otherwise. When you have everything, why try anymore?
And speaking to that, I'm going to be upset when it's my turn to step off this mortal coil; as despite my efforts, I'll have too many things left undone.
22nd-Sep-2009 03:56 am (UTC)
I love my two little girls and my husband.

I love my cats, even though two have run away because they caught Wanderlust and were also jealous of the new baby.

I love my garden - little conduit for the fey and the wild. Metallica insectica abounds.

I love the smell of rain and the flow of sap.

I love the songs I hear.

I love my pack. Let's howl together.
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