Two Chi and Yoga. Running was a good exercise but I was diagnosed with Achilles Tendononapathy which put the kabosh to my running days.

Hanging with my prodigiously wonderful wife of 27 years. She is a peaceful person to be around. Yet we also have moments of delirious laughter together.

I'm always more relaxed after taking a walk around a local trail under the canopy of scented trees around the lagoon. In fact I think I'll do that right now.

Otherwise, bicycling along the path by the coast is relaxing, or swimming in the evenings, under the stars.

Remote wilderness.

Use to be working a job...will find a replacement soon

Sitting on the dock of the bay.

Playing in the dirt - I mean gardening.

Inner peace? What the hell is that? Still looking for it.

Every morning I go to work I travel over the new Young's Bay Bridge. This allows me to traverse two miles over Young's Bay, two miles of water and most days more bird species than one would think possible. Once the other side of the bay is reached some days one will have the privilege of finding Roosevelt Elk waiting in a nearby field. Last time I counted at least sixty in the herd. On a good day, I see the same returning home.

Deep breathing, and deciding to get out of my head and chill the fuck out. That, and some good sativa while playing bass in my little hobby band.

Learning and pedaling my bicycle.

Meditation.

Having something done, completed. Regardless of what that might be. The sense of having something done is my own definition of success.

Walking alone, and meeting friends.

Two things -- listening to classical music and fishing.

I don't think I've ever felt it, or if I have, the memory of it has faded. I'm not sure what would bring it about now.

Not listening to people who ask dumbfuck questions.

Walking beside the rolling river behind my house. Seeing what the latest high river has deposited on the shores. Things change out here moment by moment. Trees... The huge boulders sticking out from the cliffs, the wildlife... It's magical almost.

There is also a place... Ruins from a Ferry business about a mile or so down river. The guys wife (presumably) planted daffodils there hundreds of years ago. They have since grown wild and take up acres and acres of land. Every April a lot of the neighbors make the trek to see if they have all bloomed yet. It is nothing short of amazing!

Reading and writing with pen & paper.

Hiking. Getting away from any religious input (try counting every instance you receive religious/church input in a day; it is an amazing high number). Also climbing hills and mountains. 3 plus hours on the golf course is wonderful too, almost no religious attempts out there competing forvmy mind space. Biking. Caring for the granddaughter, and equipping her with critical thinking tools.

Picking up a guitar and play some music.

Naps

Mediation. Focusing the mind to be ever present.

Hiking out in nature.... and reading a book with a purring cat on m lap.

I'd have to say that I have a few.
Gardening, Doing Artworks/Writing Poetry and in winter chopping firewood would rate the highest if there were a list.