Willoree just asked me, "did you know that there was a Mermaid Freakout in the world?"
I said no. But I am intrigued.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Steamboat Springs Camping
To my fellow Americans: Happy July of the Four! We love BP.
Willoree is learning to ride a bike; we all got sunburned and were surrounded SURROUNDED by the love songs that only wildflowers can sing and by camp food that only friends can make taste so delicious. Ben and I learned we sleep better on an air mattress, which makes me aware of my boniness and of getting old, so I am wanting to sleep outside more and get that relationship with the ground back on track. And or plump up a bit.
Thank you to Haven, Chantal, and to our families for being and making this an excellent weekend. I am deeply inspired by both these women. The meaning of "superwoman" gets enlivened, and I see grace and love and brains and brawn all in the mix, keeping things tight while allowing flow, guiding and enjoying and living the dream. Being with these types of ladies gives me a little itch to join up with like-minded women in the workplace and create more than just my modest solo 9V stuff. Alluring, so much of it, and to achieve balance? Isn't this always the trick. Conversations to be had.
I was thrilled to get home and see my first ripe tomato (thanks, global warming) and strung out peas; tall carrots, beets and flowering arugula. Cucumbers climbing and lillies blossoming; broccoli struggling (?) and an overjoyed and lonely kitty glad to see us. Home is so good. I am grateful. So grateful.
On our trip we photographed nada; I was expecting my new dSLR in the mail last but the crappy company from whom I ordered oversold it and so my order has been canceled. The underbelly of the "best deal".
Thanks, too, to Creekside Cafe for filling our bellies and making us want to, well sort of want to, move to the Steamboat Springs area...this, I think, is an inevitable call for anyone who's spent time there and who loves the feeling of clean air and water; a more verdant and softer CO; and young interesting-looking white folks who value the wilderness and outdoor recreational sporty stuff...
Off to meditate. It's the new coffee.
Willoree is learning to ride a bike; we all got sunburned and were surrounded SURROUNDED by the love songs that only wildflowers can sing and by camp food that only friends can make taste so delicious. Ben and I learned we sleep better on an air mattress, which makes me aware of my boniness and of getting old, so I am wanting to sleep outside more and get that relationship with the ground back on track. And or plump up a bit.
Thank you to Haven, Chantal, and to our families for being and making this an excellent weekend. I am deeply inspired by both these women. The meaning of "superwoman" gets enlivened, and I see grace and love and brains and brawn all in the mix, keeping things tight while allowing flow, guiding and enjoying and living the dream. Being with these types of ladies gives me a little itch to join up with like-minded women in the workplace and create more than just my modest solo 9V stuff. Alluring, so much of it, and to achieve balance? Isn't this always the trick. Conversations to be had.
I was thrilled to get home and see my first ripe tomato (thanks, global warming) and strung out peas; tall carrots, beets and flowering arugula. Cucumbers climbing and lillies blossoming; broccoli struggling (?) and an overjoyed and lonely kitty glad to see us. Home is so good. I am grateful. So grateful.
On our trip we photographed nada; I was expecting my new dSLR in the mail last but the crappy company from whom I ordered oversold it and so my order has been canceled. The underbelly of the "best deal".
Thanks, too, to Creekside Cafe for filling our bellies and making us want to, well sort of want to, move to the Steamboat Springs area...this, I think, is an inevitable call for anyone who's spent time there and who loves the feeling of clean air and water; a more verdant and softer CO; and young interesting-looking white folks who value the wilderness and outdoor recreational sporty stuff...
Off to meditate. It's the new coffee.
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