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 the light teases me as it filters through the blinds of my east facing windows. “Come play with us,” it whispers. “We are waiting for you. It is spring.”
As I step outside I am embraced by the joy. It’s true, nature has once again come alive after its long winter sleep. The flowering crab trees in full bloom, in brilliant white and various shades of pink, provide a delicate contrast to the still stark trees who have yet to bud. The predicted heavy wet snow had arrived as a gentle rain instead, soaking the parched earth and newly emerging life while keeping its glorious blossoms intact. The grass greening almost before my eyes as each blade reaches up to the sun after three days of nourishing rain. I too spread my arms wide to embrace the light. Spring, a time of re-birth, new beginnings – it is my time I decide as well, as I shake off the cloak of hibernation I have been wearing for the past year. Time once again to step into life, to begin a new journey.
Bright yellow daffodils greet me along my path as if to encourage me. “There is more to come,” their message, as they make room for the pale green shoots of tulips, just starting to peek their heads through the damp earth.
Birds are singing in joyful chorus as they too welcome this new spring time after the cold harshness of winter. I realize I have missed them. I usually run in darkness, before the sunrise, before nature’s alarm clock wakes them to a new day. It is in the quiet stillness, the darkness of the between time, that I have preferred to run, alone with my thoughts and inner confusion. Today as my path leads me past the small lake surrounded by marsh I am greeted by the trill of red-wing blackbirds. Ever so casually they perch, the tall thin cattail reeds swaying lightly in the breeze. I smile, I have been waiting for their return. I remember a time long ago, sitting on the edge of the wetlands along Lake Superior; it was a sacred place for me, an understanding I have just come to realize. And this bird, with its path of red and yellow on its wing, has been speaking to me for years, though at the time I did not know. Connected to the Tree of Life, with the primal feminine energies, with ties to all the creative forces of nature, it has been there for me, waiting for me. And so it sings to me now, helping to open that life force in me once again.
I stop in my tracks as a great blue heron takes off from the marsh. Directly in front of me, tucking its long spindly legs beneath as it spreads its powerful wings and soars across my path, as if to say “Pay attention. Time to stand on your own. Listen to your intuition; it will not steer you wrong. Time to create your new path. Time to soar.”
Yes, it is time. A new direction, a new beginning for me, for all earth. The light is shining on us and we, the earth and all humanity, are ready to be born and bloom in ways never known before. I say yes to the light, knowing that is all it takes – a Yes!
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…
Have you ever noticed how much stuff we have? Gadgets for this and tools for that, clothes we don’t even wear, the latest toys that sit unplayed with, and big houses filled with more stuff. We are jealous of other…
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.
Recently I was stopped by a train in Longmont, CO. As I was sitting there waiting to proceed, I noticed a building on the right, an old factory-type place with a sign that said Cheese Importers. Having an hour to…
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.
I recently got a new computer, it has the new operating system Windows 8. A big change from my old system; completely different, totally unfamiliar and driving me crazy. It’s not intuitive to me and to say that I struggle…
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