Hi there! I’m Mia, the mountain girl!
This blog is about the life I’m etching out on this earth: a wild and free life filled with all kinds of fun stuff. Art, sewing, knitting, making a garden, creating healthy (and often strange!) things to eat…anything I find interesting and worthwhile. And learning about everything I can wrap my brain around…because to me, life is just that interesting.
I’m proud to call myself a mountain girl – a hillbilly child, rumor has it. I’m from back east, where I lived in the hills of upstate New York through most of my 20′s. Then I struck out on my own and lived for 7 years in one of the flattest places in the USA, right in the middle of the midwest plains. Kansas City, to be exact. Now there’s nothing wrong with the midwest (it was in the midwest that I found myself a man, after all), but I have to say, sometimes the flat life just gets to you.
So in 2010 we sold our stuff, packed the rest into a truck, and headed west. For a year we lived in a condo in Lakewood at the foot of the Rocky mountains of Colorado. In September of 2011, we moved right up into the mountains in Nederland. Just west of Boulder, we lived there in a New England style saltbox at 8600 ft for two years.
This September, we moved again. This time we bought our very own home in Black Hawk, Colorado–a sweet log cabin on an acre and a third of woods. We are at 9200 feet above sea level. Our chocolate chip cookies come out way flatter than pancakes.
I live here with my sweetheart from Santa Fe: DL. He’s a mountain lion; one wild stallion of a man. Here in this blog, I often refer to him as the Spaniard, the Conquistador, El Dorado, and the like. Together, he and I are slowly finding our way to live a more simple, slow, self-sufficient, and less rat-like life. You, know, the rat-race thing. Life in our culture has a way of promoting the Rat. More. Faster. Easier. Tastier. And then you die.
So we’re learning to live life in a more rich and meaningful way. At the center of that is our commitment to Jesus Christ, the Great One who gives our lives meaning in the first place. Loving Him, listening to Him, following Him. Without that, we feel all the rest would be meaningless anyway.
When we moved up on the mountain in Nederland, our family grew. David’s 11-year old boy, Caleb, came to live with us. We’re learning to become a close-knit family, and to take each other with a (very large) grain of salt. That can be lots of fun; especially when you see new sides of your very own self that may not be as sweet as you once understood.
We also have a Kansas City girl, a little red-headed lady known as Lovey McDovey, or for short, Mrs. McDovey. Otherwise known as Hoddit Poodiloo, Sissy, Pippi Longstocking, Fred, and other fancy titles. Then again, sometimes we just call her Zia. She fills our lives with silliness, questions, and lots of instructions…and she already has life figured out so much more than I do.
And oh, there’s one more person around these parts. He’s a redhead too, and a baby lion just like his Dadda. The birth certificate says Cash Laredo, but we mostly call him Chub, an affectionate title bestowed by Big Sis. He also goes by Cashy-Washy, Boi, Babe, and the like. Then again, we all answer to Babe.
So I hope you enjoy the read. If you hang around, you’ll get to know me, and maybe learn a little trick or a recipe along the way. Please leave comments; I LOVE them and try to answer every one, so check back often if you do. I’m really looking forward to meeting you!