I love my simple existence
I love witnessing Nature’s divine expression all around me
I love the uncomplicated yet elaborate brilliance of the jungle
I love the penetrating peace of my hood, far from civilization
I love the smile that lights up my face when I walk in my door
I love learning patience from unripe avocados
I love the rawness of living off the grid
I love the little flying insects that magically appear in my trash reminding me to take it out
I love closing my eyes to smell a blossoming gardenia
I love seeing how much I can live without
I love not being concerned with material unnecessities
I love the trio of geckos who visit my window late in the evening (the tailless one, the shy one and the determined-to-catch-bugs one)
I love hearing the rain moments before it drops
I love knowing the direction it comes from and which windows to close
I love the color contrast between the deep blue ocean and the lush green vegetation
I love finding chocolate I hid from myself
I love hearing nothing but the wind, a bird’s song and the woody chime of bamboo when the breeze hits it just right
I love distancing myself from the norm
I love not having a tv
I love the seashells in my plants and on windowsills
I love coming out of a posture and not knowing where I am for a bit
I love finding vines thick with lilikois
I love sitting naked at my table writing silly things
I love the convenience of the swing chair on my deck
I love smiling for no particular reason
I love burning palo santo and blowing on the tip of the wood to watch it smolder
I love not having a mailbox
I love watching my succulents thrive regardless of rain or shine
I love being on a first name basis with the little spiders in my house
I love not needing to impress anyone
I love the way the cruise ship looks like a glowing caterpillar in the distance on the ocean Monday nights
I love seeing phallic shapes in clouds
I love knowing my white orchid hears me when I talk to her
I love how the light of the vast night sky changes in response to the moon
I love not running out of propane
I love floating on the surface of the ocean without a care in the world, learning that the more I let go, the more buoyant I become
I love the perfect temperature
I love holding a very large grasshopper in the palm of my hand
I love making it an adventure if I need to leave to gather provisions
I love getting lost in moments of sweet, buzzing vibes
I love the invigorating feel of a cold shower
I love being still and seeing where my mind goes
I love not washing my hair for days
I love the golden shimmer on the waves at sunset
I love the pure crunchy white meat of freshly cut coconut
I love having a symbiotic relationship with the ants
I love walking barefoot all day
I love not setting an alarm clock
I love highlighting cool shit in books
I love knowing it only gets better
I love believing in whatever I want
I love conversations with depth
I love laughing when hugging someone I love just because it’s so great
I love observing
I love having access to water
I love watching the flame flicker on a candle
I love getting so excited that the baby pineapple is ripening
I love making popcorn whenever I want, even if it’s late at night
I love not feeling guilty if all I do is sit and stare into space
I love rubbing pink salt on my gums
I love the freedom to change my mind
I love having just enough
I love being in love
I love the magnificent amusement of it all
