I volunteered to respond to a letter meme, from Heather on her site: extemporaneous. I must write about at least ten things I love that begin with the letter M.
I do not “love” Money, but living on a very limited budget does get me to hankering for a bit more of the substance when my eye is caught by this or that, especially when the this or that would make my life a bit easier or more beautiful.
I do however, love the way my Mind works. It is, most often, filled with the flitting and fluttering of butterfly wings, as things enter on the left side, but then are carried to the right where all of the connections and associations are gathered on those little wings, and deposited to make, to create, give birth to a much fuller, broader reality.
I love Montana and Mountains. Took road trips there to commit gluttony of the eye, and was endlessly aware of those indigo blue peaks in the distance and the avalanche of white clouds spilling over their upper most edges, like white water rapids whirling and churning in eagerness to seek its lowest levels.
On most occasions, I love my Memories and explore them fondly, play with them, even heal them by changing the end of the story, right here in the present moment. That is soul satisfying.
I also love Manicotti and Mexican food, especially chimmy changas with lots of cheese and spices.
And I dearly love my Mother, and loved her Mother for making her. Although I loved my children, I didn’t always love being their Mother, but love being the grandMother of many Munchkins who bring a particular delight without the incredible responsibility that goes with that terrirory.
I love Meandering down curving back country roads, especially through tunnels of trees and the shadowy leaf patterns they create, that dance across the hood of the car as its passes through their presence.
I love the Meanings of words and many other topics, love to seek out and find what they meant in all their other lives, and how they have been changed to mean other things in this one.
I love several different kinds of Music and have come to know that many of the lyrics I Memorized as a child, shaped the philosophy of the adult I have become.
I love Murder Mysteries, love the challenge of following the clues and knowing before the author gets there, just who done it.
I do not love Multiplicity because of the horrific pain that creates it, but I do have, and cherish, the friends I have who are Multiples, and all that they have taught me about being strong in the broken places, how creativity heals, loving life enough to live it as fully as possible, all the wisdom to be found in laughter and staying in the present moment, and all the Myriad of other things they have allowed Me to hear and to see and to know through their generous sharing.
Which brings me to the last M on my list of things I love: Me.
Now, you leave a comment on this post and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on.