1. Red berries on the holly bush near my house.
2. A baby cardinal in the crepe myrtle tree outside with remnants of a bird's nest nearby.
3. An old tobacco shed in the woods across from me.
4. The healing warmth of the heat on my knee.
5. Rosie's encouragements over my little successes.
6. The lilting laughter of my friend Anne in Arizona.
7. A hand blown vase from West Virginia that I bought for my mother when I was 16.
8. How my brother calls me "the family historian."
9. How I'd like to contact my half sister's daughters, whom I've never met.
10. The pleasures of staying put rather than rushing about all the time.
11. How I'm looking forward to seeing the 6th graders again.
12. The freedom of not eating meat.
13. The pleasures of the cardinal's song, "chid-chio-chio..."
14. How I want to learn the history of a special tree in the Luxembourg Gardens.
15. That I need to call Elizabeth.
16. The portrait of Ida Friday at UNC next to the one of her husband, Bill; the announcement that she died that night at 97.
17. A photograph of Jordan Kristen holding onto her bike partner with her body outstretched behind him, like she was flying.
18. How I keep going back to wanting to attend the Pilobolus workshop in June.
19. How energizing it was to volunteer at the public radio station and chat with Eric Hodge, who called me one morning about winning a trip to Paris.
20. Awareness of the blowing, cooling wind yesterday.
21. Those tree tops swaying in the wind. Are they Long Leaf Pines?
22. Listening to Yusef Islam sing "I listen to the wind of my soul."
23. The sounds of frogs mating; spring comes early to North Carolina.
24. The beautiful, long, dark green pine needles of those trees.
25. There's something about a forest. I think I prefer it to the beach.
26. A photograph of the house I used to own showed that the new owner had ripped up the boxwoods and forsythia in front.
27. A feeling of relief over living in a "blue county."
28. Missing Black Mountain College.
29. Finding a post card I bought in a museum of Ray Johnson.
30. Raindrops.
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