I remember when I was very young, my mom taught me to sing “My Favorite Things.” You might allow a single mom raising two kids and running a business would be tempted to complain sometimes, but I remember this song more than any complaints. In high school, I found the legendary John Coltrane cover of the same tune, and I think back to jamming out teenage angst on that 3/4 groove.
I’ve been feeling pretty out of my groove lately- my foot has me shut down, moving house has required heroic effort, and professional fulfillment seems frustratingly illusive. Coming home from the grocery store tonight though, I started to notice a few of my favorite things:
The way the sun dapples through the new crabapple tree outside the living room.
Sharing with people.
The way the sun and breeze dry my clothes in the Montana spring.
The visuals are easy, but stepping back there are plenty of others.
– I have people in my life that remember how wonderful I am, even when I don’t remember myself.
-That whether I see it or not, the sun rises every damn morning.
-and even when I’m not my best, other people are, and that inspires me.
What are your favorite things? Post to comments.
stickthefeeling 
My favorite things are experiencing others’ energy and enthusiasm, seeing resilience everywhere, and the movie Happy
Weirdly familiar thoughts.
So many things, simple, beautiful, and in brief moments powerful.
Why then do these things, which upon reflection seem intrinsically valuable, not fill an attentive mind, with enough inspiration to avoid “out of the groove” ?
I have asked myself this question many times. I sincerely apologize if it is intrusive.
This utter appreciation for our surroundings to my best guess, is what separates us from animals.
Animals are way better at it.
Any how, One of my favorite things are waves. They constitute our entire existence. Best thing about waves: pattern. Best thing about pattern: what follows “out of the groove”… “In the groove!” Guaranteed.
I dig your blog.
keep it coming.
Peace,
Steve