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 kill before my next meeting, I decided to check it out. As soon as the train made its final pass I made a quick right and pulled into the parking lot in the back. How surprising to find a patio filled with cute little bistro sets and wrought iron fixtures, all brightly painted – blue, yellow, orange, lime green and more! It was enchanting and brought to mind the images I have in my head of a European plaza.
Inside was even more delightful. Rooms filled with brightly colored items from France and Italy and other far away countries, a large refrigerated room filled with cheeses from all over the world (Complete with jackets if you get chilled while perusing.), a cute little bar and bistro with an eclectic mix of tables and chairs, fresh baguettes and croissants and of course, cheeses to sample, Italian wines and French music – it was a feast for the senses.
As I wandered around exploring every nook and cranny, I realized how happy this place made me feel. Immediately I called the gal I was meeting with and told her to meet me there. I wanted to relish this place and check out the goodies in the bistro. We sampled some delicious cheeses and enjoyed a glass of wine. This was a happy place, so alive with color and charming energy.
I went back twice more, just to soak in the feeling. My daughter and I enjoyed a delicious lunch sitting at a fun little table tucked away in a corner. I definitely wanted more of this.
Creative juices flowing, I immediately got busy. (When I decide I want to do something, I want it now!) I had a sorry collection of old wrought iron furniture, pots and miscellaneous in my yard. What could I do to brighten them up a little? Armed with $25 worth of spray paint, I went to work and a couple of afternoons later – voila – my happy garden. I can view the garden from my patio doors and today I sit on the patio sipping my morning coffee, it makes me smile. For I realize it's not the finished garden that makes me happy, it was creating the garden itself that brought me joy.
I have come to realize that I don’t do enough things that make me happy. Busy with work and obligations, I have fallen into the trap of just existing. I like creating things, yet it has been years since I have allowed those passions to come forth. There are so many things that I enjoy – music, art, theater, why do I stifle those desires. Time to make time for those things that feed my soul. After all, as don Miguel Ruiz, author of The Four Agreements says, “our only job here is to be happy.”
Today I put it on my calendar to attend a theater in the park performance, a comedy. I have salsa music on my stereo – cranked up really, really loud. And after soaking in the colors of my garden, I am salsa dancing on the patio. There are salsa classes at a local eatery once a week, perhaps I will sign up.
I am ready for more happy. Anyone know of a good metal art class?
To finding your happy garden…
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…
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.
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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