I babysat my granddaughter this past weekend. We went bowling, ate pizza and shared jokes. She likes me to sleep with her when I am there, quite an adventure as she is all over the bed. I must like getting kicked in the stomach in the middle of the night!
Sunday morning we were laying in bed chatting and she asked if I wanted to play “I Spy.” If you don’t have little children, you might not be familiar with this game where one person picks out something in the room, something “blue” perhaps and the other person has to figure out what it is. Great for teaching children how to be observant and also for keeping them busy.
Hampton said “Moonie (that’s my sister who recently passed away) always plays with me.” I asked her when she played with Moonie and she replied “She sleeps with me every night. We play in the morning when we wake up.” I asked her how Moonie was doing and she told me that Moonie said she was very happy and was not in any pain any more. Hampton also said Moonie told her she could be in more than one place at a time. Boy, wish I had that skill!
It reminded me of the time my then 9 year old grandson had talked to me about his aunt Kristi - my daughter who had passed away a couple of years earlier. He would walk home from school and be home alone for about an hour until his dad got home from work. We always talked about Kristi and angels and she had come to him numerous times in the past. I asked him one day if he had seen Kristi lately. “She sits on the couch with me after school until my dad gets home.” Nick replied.
How wonderful that these children have the site, that they know and understand that life does not end when someone dies, that their loved ones are always around and that they can spend time with them whenever they like. At times I am jealous that they can see in a way that I am not able to. Yet I am grateful that this new generation brings more openness to our planet and a willingness to see beyond the concrete world we live in. Our job is to keep them open and embrace and encourage their gifts.
Perhaps if I play more “I Spy” I too will see my daughter and sister as clearly as my grandchildren.
I awake to sunshine, surprised that my body, somehow knowing that I had no agenda this morning, no time clock to punch, had decided to sleep past its normal 4:00 a.m. rise time. As I prepare for my morning run…
You have been here before, a part of the circle of life on this planet earth for eons and eons. You are the players, the game changers, the creators. You have seen and experienced much, yet you still return, for there is nowhere else in the Universe such as this. Some may call it a game, and that it true. Others call it Earth School – also true. It is but one of many opportunities for a soul to grow and evolve. There are rules to this game, instructions for this school, in this particular time-space continuum, that are different from those of others. Just as earth games such as Monopoly or Trivia Pursuit have their own set of rules such is true for the Game of Life on Earth. You came here for the excitement, the thrill, the adventure and the pure joy of physicality.
I have often said that my grandchildren are my greatest teachers. That was never so true as last fall when I realized my grandson Drew was showing me how the world works once again. “Nana,” Drew says in his phone…
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You will survive.... My message to anyone who has lost a loved one, especially a child. I have to admit, when someone told me that same thing after my daughter Kristi died, I didn't believe them. I did not want to live any longer on this Earth without my daughter. I wanted to leave. I didn't care about life, I wanted to be with my daughter. The thought of living another 30+ years was excruciatingly painful. Yet here I am, 12 years later and yes, I have survived. Was it a long hard road? Yes. But somewhere along the way, about a year ago, I decided I wanted to live. I remember the moment, the thought came to me loud and clear "I want to live!"
Each morning, as I stand in the shower, I repeat this mantra:
I choose that my thoughts, my words and my deeds reflect only my higher self and not my ego.
I remember who I am, a Divine Spark of God.
I walk in my essence of God.
These words set my intention for the day, creating an energy that helps me to balance the ups and downs and the challenges that life throws at me, keeping me on a steady course. And when I am mindful, and can maintain that energy, wow, what a difference it makes in my day and my life.
With this issue, we want to honor our daughter Kristi who died twelve years ago in an auto accident. She was the catalyst that started us on this soul journey and brought so much light into our lives. As we look back on the past twelve years, we marvel at where we were and at where we have come to be. The journey is not yet finished, but there is more joy in our hearts and we are confidently moving forward, knowing that Kristi is guiding us and smiling down on us always.
From the very beginning we have honored Kristi’s passing by hosting the Kristi Visocky Memorial Golf Tournament, the largest golf tournament in Northern Colorado, and Kristi’s Big Night Out event. (The absolute best party of the summer!) Since its inception in 2003, with the help and support of an amazing community, the Foundation has awarded $200,000 in scholarships to 90 area young women, $100,000 to build a house for Habitat for Humanity and over $100,000 in support to area organizations.
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I was having one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you do something really stupid and then beat yourself up over it for several days after. Well here I was, well into day two of flogging myself – you know how it works, you start dredging up past wrongs, one after another, months and then years’ worth, and heap those on top of the current wrong you did. Pretty soon you’ve got a pile of boulders on your back and you’re walking around all hunched over and angry. Mad at yourself for being so stupid, seeing yourself as a total screw up, over and over and over.
So there I was lying awake at 4:00 a.m. wallowing in my self-pity about what a poor excuse for a person I was. What was interesting was that the stupid thing I did wasn’t even that big, it was just something I wished I could take back. I was half-awake/half asleep when I heard the voice.
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