• My mom, holding my firstborn, Mara, on the day she was born. I miss my Mom every day and am so thankful for all the love she gave me. It continues. The cycle of life and the flow of love is never stopped by death.

  • If you want to journal but have trouble starting/sticking with it, or thinking what to write, go wander around Christie Zimmer’s site for a bit. Journal templates & prompts. www.christiezimmer.com/printable…

  • Fierce slide competition around here.

  • Some people do flowers as table decor. We do random naked clay people.

    1. We’ve known each other for well over two decades. 2. I think we look better than our high school senior photos. 3. Do we get some kind of hair award? Is there an expensive shampoo brand that would like to sponsor us? Is that a thing?

  • 📚 Reading ‘The Ground Beneath Her Feet’ by Salman Rushdie

  • Today’s Rumi sketch

  • We don’t always have electricity, but we accept bitcoin: medium.com/@anniemue…

  • I don’t normally cry while writing an article, but I sure did this time: medium.com/@anniemue…

  • Today’s Rumi sketch

  • You’ll never know what’s out there if you don’t go exploring. Also this is like two minutes from home so I don’t know that it counts as exploring. But still. Get out there.

  • 📚 The Ginger Tree by Oswald Wynd. Finished a couple days ago. Fascinating.

  • This sweet little hidden waterfall is minutes from our home.

  • Today’s Rumi sketch. From this text: “Every object, every being, Is a jar full of delight. Be a connoisseur, And taste with caution. Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, The ones unadulterated with fear, Or some urgency about “what’s needed.” Drink the wine that moves you As a camel moves when it’s been untied, And is just ambling about.”

  • Today’s Rumi sketch is the best definition of what it is to be creative.

  • Reading Rumi again.

  • Rainy afternoon here. My favorite kind.

  • More river/life talk here: anniemueller.com/2018/01/1…

  • The river doesn't care

    Think of it like this: the life cycle (which in a single lifetime can include many separate lives) is like a river. You’re on the river. That’s the only universal requirement: be on the river. Or in it.

    You can swim. You can float on a raft or in a tube. You can be in a rowboat or a big fancy yacht. You can float alone or with other people. You can wear what you want, sing what you want, spend your time how you want. You can notice how the rapids get big and how there’s a waterfall ahead and you can spend your time being afraid of it, or you can throw your hands in the air and say, “Here we go!” and see what happens. You can track your progress down the river every day, or pay no attention to it.

    The river doesn’t care. The river is flowing and you’re flowing with it.

  • So much of the pain of life comes from comparing what we are with that arbitrary picture of what we are supposed to be, at any given time.

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