(1) Writing (2) Turmeric root. (3) “Bluebells” by Matthew Dickman who, in this poem, writes about his son better than I write about my son (and yet somehow, in so doing, encourages me to keep writing about my son, “successfully” or not). (4) Blueberries, as well. (5) Colder temps. (6) Buckwheat groats. (7) Poetry. (8) Listening to Zadie Smith and George Saunders talk about #1 above. Or really anything. (9) When the storm of illness passes in someone I love. (10) A Nutribullet. (11) Praying. (12) Breathing. (13) Smart people. (14) Kind people. (15) Resilient people. (16) Warm blankets. (17) Warm socks. (18) Warm hearts. (19) Humility. (20) Forgiveness. (21) Wisdom literature. (22) Joy Harjo. (23) Joy of all kinds, really, but especially the simple and small kinds. (24) Walking meditation. (25) Thich Nhat Hanh (still, always). (26) Patience. (27) Saturday morning. (28) The prospect of Sunday. (29) Prospects, generally. (30) Hope. And faith. And also love itself. The greatest of these.