Artists of all kinds.
Beauty in the truth.
Chances that are unexpected.
Dancing whenever, wherever.
Educating myself, my friends, and the world.
Fate, or the idea behind the word.
Giving random gifts.
Helping in any way that I can.
Ideas, in general.
Junk that I can make into art.
Karma, good or bad.
Lucidity, in life and in dreams.
Music, the kind that makes you think.
Nature in all its raw glory.
Organ donors.
Philosophy, with or without the big words.
Questions asked that have more than one answer.
Respect, given and received.
Sirius, the brightest star in our night sky.
Time, even though I can hardly keep track of it.
Understanding.
Vanya Poulin: clown, artist and friend.
Writing down randm things in my moleskine.
X's in XOXO.
Yoyo's, and the people skilled enough to impress me with one.
Zephyr, in the literary/poetic sense.