Sipping wine late into the evening, I watch the sun set behind the wonderful Sangre de Cristo mountains across the valley on this still night and wonder what my mother, a true Austrian alpinist would have thought of what my wife and I have pulled off. My gaze drifts over to the Austrian Pine that we had planted in her honor and know that in a hundred years, others will sit here and have their own thoughts … when the young tree then towers majestically in their presence.
We don’t have forever to get in our groove in life, do we. Best if we find a way to forgive ourselves and others and quietly move in the direction of that soulful piano player in the distance calling us to smile, dance a little, and savor our existence on this planet of ours.
Looking at these ancient photos of mom and her friends roped up high in the Alps, I’ve got to believe that these were some of her best moments; precious and uninhibited moments disconnected from the travails of humanity and its fabricated problems… a place where the views grow to farther horizons with each step up.
These shots were taken about 65 years ago, but nothing much changes on the looks of those who find themselves high up in the mountains. The grins are all the same, the elegant and stylish clothes a little different, ok.
So, intuitively, we understand that we stand at a crossroads in life and the choice is ours, really; do we squander our gift of time with distraction, or… do we say “screw that” and find what makes us come alive! The choice is ours.
When my mother died in my arms in our home that summer of 2006, she passed on to us her torch to live life to it’s extreme potential, without harm to self, to others, or to our planet. The people she touched along the way… all felt a piece of that energy as well. She had inspired many, many who would call me over the coming weeks to tell me how she touched their lives.
Yes, indeed. I hear the distant music playing its soulful tune and the call is clear; waste not a minute of the time you have left. Find and reconnect with old friends, make new ones, and go out and spread some inspiration of your own.
Tomorrow, my wife and I will take a short drive across this wonderful valley to hike at our leisure, the Rainbow Trail; what a delightful name for a trail, yes? Later, this weekend, I pick up my good friend Paul for what promises to be another epic hike up to a remote mountaintop in the San Juan Mountains (Uncompahgre Peak) smiling on the way up, giddy at the top, and possibly skipping with delight on the way down.
It’s a great life… Why not be an inspiration to others along life’s Grand Journey?