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Tell me what you love...

...and I'll tell you who you are.

I love laughing and dancing, so Ru Paul and I have that in common!
I love sitting down or walking
with someone, coffee or tea in hand, and having a conversation that either sets my soul on fire or soothes my soul.
I love snuggling up with a book, fire on, soft music in the background, and luxuriating in the experience.
I love having a pen in hand, when I can't keep up with the words running through my mind and the rush of inspiration creates a frenzy to put it all down on paper.
I love the feeling in my body when I'm doing yoga, and meditating - when my soul is connected to the universe with a million silver strings and yet, I feel like I'm floating freely and nothing can touch me.
I love the energy that is exchanged when two kindred souls encounter each other and share a human experience.
I love to travel - trying new things, seeing new places, meeting new people. I love the inspiration it brings.
I love food: sweet, savoury, new flavours, comforting, familiar ones. I love sharing food with others. I love cooking and baking and feeding people. I love to eat and nourish my body.
I love the hugs and kisses children give, the stories they tell and the truthful way they experience joy and pain.
I love beautiful objects - culling them, cultivating collections and decorating with them. I love expressing myself with the things that surround me.
I love accomplishing things that were challenging, that required me to grow and learn.
I love when I find compassion for another person, because I can feel my heart expand with love.

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