54/365 #howdidigetsolucky

This morning I realized nothing holds a candle to waking up next to my sweetheart. I’m so very grateful for John Rogers. #howdidigetsolucky #365daysofgratitude #inlove #johnandmimiadventures #mine #4ever 54/365

52/365 • love notes

52/365 • Gratitude: love notes, new friends, old friends, new moments, great memories, living in the moment, painting, knowing what to make for dinner, Olivia Winn and my family. ‪#‎365daysofgratitude‬ ‪#‎perfectionisboring‬

49/365 • good silence

GratiTuesday: coconut oil, John Rogers, chili, mac and cheese, Jordan King, playing "hot lava" with the kiddos, Kelton's love for music, long hugs, good music, good silence, my job, hoodies. #365daysofgraditude • 49/365

43/365 • good literature and my madness

I will never take for granted how fluid and enrolling good literature is. Words so exquisite and tenacious… like tenacious and exquisite. They capture all of me when I read them. I’m sure I found the murder in me listening to E.A. Poe’s Tell Tale Heart this morning. “And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of senses?” Good old Poe, making me feel like I am not the only one stricken with “madness” at times. I heart books.
So I drew a Raven.

Love,  Mimi

43/365 • good literature and my madness #365daysofgratitude

41/365 • I love the band Rancid

41/365 • Things that make me smile: pandas, Rancid, piano music, taxis, the Beatles, hugs, a clean house, Pen's style, Kelton quoting books not movies, morning shakes, texts from  John, tribe, Ryan, trax, the green skull ranch, breakfast food, tramp stamps, stormy mornings, anime, record players, showers, date nights and long drives. #365daysofgratitude

38/365 • weaving my tapestry

When I was a child I would imagine a few crones, who have mastered the art of spinning the thread of life, weaving my tapestry.

As I grow, I have started to appreciate the things that put together this picture that stays. Threads of happy summers, sad break-ups, stubbed toes, unquenchable laughter, my tribe, rainstorms, learning new things, heartache, hugs, the warmth of smiles, goods books, and good cries.

Some of the brilliant weaves shine so bright that it hurts to look at. Other sections are dark enough that they find and take every breath I have; consumed by the richness of color.

I try often weaving parts of my own tapestry. I know that I have tried to reweave parts of it as well. Today I find myself surrendering to the threads that I did not place. The pieces of my picture and myself, which are a byproduct of other things. Regardless of origin, these things are a part of me and they make my picture.

I wonder how long it took the crones to become master at spinning this thread.

Love, Mimi

38/365 • I'm am grateful for being alive. #365daysofgratitude

35/365 Winter

I had to pause when getting into my car this morning. The large fluffy snowflakes were drifting so softly. I held my breath and listened the the quiet that snow brings, even in the busy morning hours. Sometimes I find myself woven into the beauty of winter. #cleanair #peaceful #curvylikeasnowflake #ilovemylife #365daysofgratitude 35/365