The otherwise perfectly coiffed, high couture woman in the airport this morning who was wearing the sparkly-est, blingy-est silver-sequined tennis shoes imaginable.

The thought of just how many things L. left behind in California that I had to squeeze into my overstuffed suitcase*.

Crushing on someone I’m becoming more and more certain is a very special soul…not being too caught up in whether or not it goes anywhere…just enjoying the deliciousness of getting to know her and reveling in possibility.

Memories of a weekend in a rambling craftsman bungalow in Northern California, warmed by a crackling fire, soothed by the sound of the rain that poured for three days straight, energized and empowered by the women who surrounded me and humbled by the power of the ritual we shared in honor of my lovely friend B.

The lone heron I spied while riding the shuttle bus to the airport this morning – in the middle of the deepest green field, appearing like magic out of the morning mist, almost too perfect to be real.

Flirtatious texts from pretty ladies. Enough said.

A moment of spontaneous connection with another mama while waiting for my flight, relating briefly in the way only two mamas can - over chit-chat about baby carriers and crawling and grandparents – reminding me that even the briefest moments of human connection are precious, and should be cherished.

Savoring a bar of rich, dark chocolate, the layers of flavor melting on my tongue - essence of orange with a hint of spice - this is the taste of luxury.

The very amusing flight attendant of Southwest flight 1561 who kept me smiling throughout this flight. He reminded me that any job, approached with joy, can positively impact the experience of many.

The soul-deep awareness that even though I have no idea where I will ultimately end up, that I am finally on the right path and that I can relax and let myself flow into my new life.

Reconnecting with one of the most important people in my life, and making a sincere apology for having disconnected over the past several months. Promising to come back.

Seeing my girls again after a weekend away, hugging them and telling them just how much I love them.

The knowledge that my talented new friend K. is making me the most kick-ass leather belt, wallet and cuffs you have ever seen. Guaranteed.

The achingly sweet three part harmony of The Wailin’ Jenny’s (thanks MLC).

Sitting on J’s front porch, warmed by the Arizona sun and wondering if most people laugh even a fraction as much as we do.

Turning back the covers on my bed, knowing I’m just a short time away from slipping between the cool, crisp sheets. There’s no place like home.

*Not kidding people, this is what she forgot…
One pair tennis shoes
One pair baby booties
One bikini top
One bikini bottom
One black top
One diaper wipe container
One wide brown suede belt
And last but not least….one bugaboo frog stroller (that didn’t fit into my suitcase).