What Will You Do For THE END?

P1070464blogI am headed down for a haircut in a few hours, I want to be presentable at the party inside the pearly gates of heaven.  Tomorrow is the big day.  The weather forecast here in Park City, Utah is for clear blue skies, warming up, hopefully to something decent like 20°F at the summit.  So I plan on donning my new ski boots and re-sharpened skis, enjoy myself with a few final runs down the old hill.  If the local weatherman was mistaken, and fireballs do hurl at us at 1160°F, well then, at least I go out in style.

One day from December 21, 2012, the end of the Mayan Calendar cycle, I love the feeling of peace, gratitude and sense of purpose inside of me.  It is unfortunate that some people truly believed in the end of the world story, and since an apocalypse didn’t come, they had to create one for themselves, taking down others with them so they wouldn’t feel like the lone loser.  I hope they get straightened out with the truth on the other side.

Tomorrow, the end of the big era, happens to coincide with the end of our two week vacation here in this corner of paradise.  This trip to Park City holds a bit of significance for me personally.  Seven years ago in the fall, we came down here for the very first time.  Stayed on Main Street in Old Town, learned about silver mining, took in a few rounds of golf in the spectacularly colorful hills.  Generally enjoyed ourselves so much that we vowed to return in the winter for skiing, which is what this place is now famous for, with the 2002 Winter Olympics.  Couple years later, five years ago, we booked a week into a 3-bedroom condo spread for the two of us, at the bottom of the Canyons ski resort.   Three months before the trip, I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and ended up cancelling the reservation.  Without any of this in mind, we came across the opportunity to come down here again this year.  Exactly the same week before Christmas, also a 3-bedroom unit, only this time at the bottom of the Park City ski resort – five minutes from the Canyons.

So much has changed in the last five years for me.  That was as close to “the end” as I have ever come in this lifetime, and it was followed by a rebirth so beautiful I would not swap out for a million dollars.  I feel like a rocket blasting off, quickly reaching new heights physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  I am on a new career path with a deep sense of fulfillment, purpose, and service.  I am as busy as I had been before in the craziest stretch of my life, except that this time I am not pushed by the outside, but rather from my inside.  I am not on an earthly schedule, but rather on a divine schedule.  I am inundated with new ideas, and I am carrying them out as fast as humanly possible.  My laptop is my office, the scenery behind my laptop seems to matter not; whether I am at home or on vacation, my heavenly boss doesn’t care.  I seem to be working 24/7/365, but I enjoy the work so much that I can also say I am playing 24/7/365.

If this is what follows “the end”, I can tell you that humanity on Earth is in for a gorgeous rebirth.  Everything happens so quickly nowadays there is simply no time for remorse, guilt, or dwelling in the past.  Let the curtains fall on the ugliness of the bygone era.  Let us hail in the exciting upswing of mankind as a constructive species!

I plan to celebrate the end of time with a deep tissue rolfing session tomorrow evening, get my body tuned up, my hips realigned and limber.  I plan on living many more decades, come back to Park City to verify the stories about gorgeous blossoms in the spring, and hike the flower meadows among the hills in the summer… that is, assuming fireballs don’t hurl at us tomorrow night.  If they do, and all the free public buses here are cinched, I will still need my tuned up hips to trek to the party on the other side of the pearly gates.  Come hell or high water, I’m ready!!

Meet you on the other side,



We Went to 7th Heaven!

Blackcomb glacier skiing

We chose the perfect day to go up to the top of Blackcomb Mountain.  My husband wanted to do the Peak 2 Peak Gondola tourist thing during our week in Whistler, BC, Canada.  Apparently this gondola boasts as the world’s longest continuous lift system, almost 9 kilometers (5 miles), going from Blackcomb across to Whistler Mountain, and runs only during summer.  Whistler was the site of the 2010 Winter Olympics.  Just an hour north of Vancouver, but a world apart.

Late June was obviously summer, so we brought our golf clubs along for the trip.  Yet we were mistaken.  The feature activity during our stay was summer glacier skiing!  We had no idea.  Wrong gear we brought.  We saw all these people with skis and snowboards heading up Blackcomb ski lift.  The attendant at the bottom told us we had “tourist” tickets, not allowed up to the very top.  Oh well, I tried.  Up we went, passing two black bears below, a group of all terrain vehicles, a training pool for serious aerial skiers, and flower meadows slowly giving way to snow fields.  Two lifts later and 4000 ft of elevation gain, we arrived at the tower for the Peak 2 Peak Gondola.  Fantastic views.  Whistler Village down below, lakes, rivers, golf courses were all in sight.  A Blackcomb guide standing at the side approached us, started to persuade us toward the waiting shuttle bus, to go up the 7th Heaven Express for even greater views.  Say no more, lady, you just granted me my wish!  As if we had won the lottery ticket, we dashed off to the bus full of skiers and snowboarders, along with a handful of tourists, and off the bus went.

The 7th Heaven Express was an awesome ride, steep and long, snow everywhere.   It was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining, and the peak was not in a cloud as it was usually.  A number of tourists had on t-shirts and shorts only, thankfully there was no wind, but I bet they were more than a little cool.  Up top, the glacier was buzzing with activities.  Different setups for the daredevil skiers and snowboarders.  A perfect lunch hut with picnic tables under the warm sun.

Visibility was almost infinite.  The Whistler ski runs across the way, the surrounding Girabaldi Mountains, the Black Tusk and other volcanic plugs in the distance, sticking out like thumbs toward heaven.  Spring snow melt leaves intricate patterns on mountain peaks, different from winter.  The artistry from every angle was overwhelming.   What a gift of beauty God has left for humanity.  My heart opened wide.  On this expansive scale, my life on Earth is unquestionably temporary, nothing but a joyous sightseeing journey.  I was on top of the world, literally and figuratively.  It was truly seventh heaven.

The ride back down was also an experience.  The 7th Heaven Express started off steeper than 45 degrees at the top.  And as skiers, we never ride the chair back down, facing outward.  For a few seconds it was reminiscent of a zipline takeoff.  But thankfully we were not accelerating with gravity, because the cable hung down almost half a mile, with no natural slow down points in sight.  I wanted badly to document the precarious situation with a picture, but dared not take out my camera, lest my trembling hands would drop something into oblivion.

After that thrilling experience, the Peak 2 Peak Gondola was merely a tame cab ride.  We found out the next day that glacier skiing is open only for a month.  Regular skiing ended late May, glacier skiing started June 23, day after we arrived at Whistler, and lasts only until the end of July.  With glaciers receding, this is predicted to exist for another year only.  Last summer was cool enough to prevent further recession, last winter added lots of new snow, and hopefully this summer will be cool as well to keep this special activity alive.

If it runs again next year, you bet we will be back, with our skis ready.  If you are looking to do something different, check it out.

Enjoy your seventh heaven,


Black Tusk in the background

Interesting melt patterns