Cheyenne Faith Grigoletti

This is Cheyenne. Cheyenne was born last night - the daughter of my sister Shanna and her husband Dave. She's pretty much the prettiest baby I've ever seen. I can't wait to meet her and I can't wait to see more pictures of her. She's my first niece and it's pretty darn exciting! Welcome to the world Cheyenne!

The Clumsy Lovers

Here's a picture of my sister...ready to pop! My brother-in-law finally posted some pictures so we all can see how beautiful she is! The baby was due on Friday - they're ready to induce her if the little guy/girl doesn't come on it's own by the butt crack of dawn on Wednesday morning!

In other news - last night Sheralee, Jared, Vivian, Luke, Jim and I went to Boulder to hear The Clumsy Lovers play. It was soo much fun! The band. The company. The pub. And - the hippies! Lots and lots of hippies! Which is funny because usually in Boulder I just see students, families that live in suburbia, and that suburban type of hippies. But based on some of the smells and lack of shoes last night I think these may have been real hippies. I was reminded a little by the dancing of The Radio Tavern in GR (which may be closed now...I know it burned and I don't know if they rebuilt it) when Grasshoppah would play on Tuesday night. And I had the same thought last night as I did then...and I really think it, so Mary, I'm posting it on the blog. It's just curiosity...not judgment. Did the people at the concert last night or the people at The Radio Tavern try to look and smell the way they do, or, is it that they're not concerned about how they look or smell. I'm just curious. I say this with complete awareness that they were probably looking at me and thinking the same thing! Is that girl trying to have sore feet, or does she just not care?

What to say?

I feel drawn in this moment to post on the blog. Yet I have nothing and everything to say all at the same time. And I can't decide on which side to err - vagueness or over exposure. There's a side of me that wants to hold onto it all. To take care of myself. To isolate. And the other side of me wants to just say everything and then let go.

And as I write this I realize that my blog is not the place to broadcast most of the things I'm thinking and feeling. So - vagueness it is.

{ps - do any of you other bloggers think it's weird that the spell check on blogger.com doesn't recognize the word blog. cause I do}

Porch

I've been feeling fairly insecure, unsafe, and uncentered recently. Thank you for letting me leave it at that, and not get into it on the blog. Over the weekend Sheralee and Jim worked to fix up the porch. They put down jute pieces for a rug and Sheralee planted bunches of flowers and got out candles. It's beautiful, cozy and pleasant out there now! And so we've been sitting out there and it's helped and hurt all at the same time. It's been a place for beautiful community on a number of occasions since Saturday, that's helpful. And it's reminded me how much I loved sitting on the porch at Sheralee's house in GR - talking with Burt, drinking Sangria with Cherry and I miss the ease all of that was. It seems like everything in Denver is 19 times harder than it ever was in GR, sometimes unnecessarily.

Tonight when Vivian and I were sitting out there we saw a beautiful double rainbow - this picture does not do it justice. And I wonder if this is my flood. Mostly I think that's what I want to believe - that this is a time of intense cleansing and that while I'll always be growing, learning, transforming that it won't have to be like this again. I don't think it's realistic...it's just what I want.

What a weekend should be

After a really long hard week I had one of the best weekends ever! It's left me refreshed for the week - and a bit hopeful, which is not where I was on Friday night. The weekend was full of connections - a bar-b-que on Friday night, breakfast with a friend and biscuits from Lucille's, lying in the park at a festival listening to music and eating sweet corn and turkey leg, funny comedy club show, breakfast with another friend, a random car trip to a nusery (plants not babies) singing off key at the top of our lungs, a little shopping and porch sitting, a lot of porch sitting!

The weekend made it even more clear to me that true relating can't be prescribed or forced - that it's a process and doesn't happen overnight. That when it's natural and happening it's the most beautiful thing in the world, and that (damn Newton and his action/reaction) sadly the possibility exists for it to be equally as ugly.

Toasted Coconut

{happy sigh} This morning when I pulled the basket of coffee off the top of the fridge to make the regular morning pot there was a bag of Toasted Coconut coffee from Common Ground in GR that Rachel sent to Sheralee from Michigan. I almost cried for joy.

And in other news: Sheralee got and accepted a job offer yesterday!!! I'm so excited for her - it's a position she really wanted! Congratulations!

Missed Connections

Sometimes when I need a laugh I read the Missed Connections on Craigslist. They're often funny like "I saw you on a bus last week and I know you're my soul mate. I was wearing a pink sweatshirt. You had on jeans." Just makes you go huh?

Then last week I gave this guy my phone number at Chipotle because I didn't want to see a m/c that read "To the girl at Chipotle who wouldn't give me her number." He never called and so now I'm thinking of posting a missed connection myself "To the guy from Chipotle who never called."

So this afternoon I was scanning through and I found a posting that has to be from someone I know. That's all I'm going to say - and - it cracked me up!