A steaming hot cup of coffee.
Freshly brewed, the arabica scent waking up my senses. A notebook. Any size, any kind, any which way done, with its crisp blank paper tied together, eagerly waiting for a word, or two or more.
Twitting birds at sunrise. Raw and sweet melody to my ears.
Sunflowers.
Tulips.
Yellow Bells. Lovely are the flowers, with the yellow blooms particularly, in my sight.
"These are a few of my favorite
things..."as the
song goes, of the same title - my favorite things in my all-time
favorite movie The Sound of Music.
We all have favorites. These are the things
that we always favor. And these are the same that we would do, use and keep
over and over, again and again, until such time. Because it pleases us and
soothes or calms us. Essentially, our favorites are the ones that give us
pleasure. And there is nothing wrong to give pleasure to oneself, does it? I
strongly adhere to the fact that anything that makes you feel good is always
good. Joy and happiness is from the heart so it can never be faked nor
falsified. For the heart is the seat of the soul, therefore, divine.
"When the bee stings, when I’m
feeling blue...” does it not help that we remember our favorite things? And "then
i don't feel so bad ".
