Ah, one week after Chemo #2 and my energy is returning. It is as though I resurrect into the light after being in the dark place of utter fatigue for the week. I attended a Colorado Women of Influence Advisory Meeting early this morning in Loveland, CO. It was a delight to be with my colleagues once again – not since June have I had this honor. Here are some of us, Ann Clarke, the founder of Colorado Women of Influence , myself, Andrienne Zoble, founder of Broads on Business.com and Debbie Davis, Branch President / Commercial Lender at Guaranty Bank & Trust. See Ann on this month’s cover of BE Magazine of Colorado.

Dew In The Morning
(Resurrection) by Raymond A. Foss

Dew in the morning
Burst my slumber, stupor, coma
Caught me from numbness,
Unseeing eyes
Dulled senses

Forced sight, perception
Discernment,
Gasp,
wonderment
Out my door
Vivid, to be seen,
Felt, understood

a silence, a stillness,
not in the scene; but in me
woke me more
than the sun had stirring my sleep

7 am
My world awakes
There’s dew in the morning.

Rush of rich, deep color
Eyes drink in the snapshots, slides,
Recurring refrain –
Dew in the morning

Allowing me to see
All of nature
Alive then, as they had been all along
Whispering a secret
Through my new sight

A carpet of moss
softened
By the morning mist,
God’s breath
Trapped on the needles, hairs

Small, private, spider webs
Before my feet
Caught pearls of dew,
fine tapestry
Outlining their maker’s artistry.

Every tip of the serrated
Wild strawberry leaves is gilded
With a morning’s tea r.

New birch leaves
Are ever greener.
Their skin and veins
More animate

Crown of each green
Blueberry clutches,
Caresses,
Lovingly, gently
A single living dewdrop.

Panes of mica in the
Granite underfoot
Hold a special sheen.
Reflecting the warming light

My world is brighter,
Vivid,
And I am alive

When there is
Dew in the morning.

A long nap has delayed the writing of the blog. Thanks Judith for a lovely walk in the canyon this morning and a revealing conversation.

Life unfolds in measured ways
revealing its secrets and wonders
along the way.

Were we to know the
magnificence and challenges
all at once,
we might not rise to meet
each with unmeasured
joy and strength.

Ah, the wisdom of the Universe
allowing us to see
only a bit of
the glory and the pain.

Thank You for the journey,
the love and the
companions who help
us see the wonder
often hidden in chaos
and the glory unfolded
in the power of
staying true!

Marvelous, no pain, only the fatigue.

A sound arises from deep within
erupting as loud expression
demanding attention,
“WHY, why this time out?”

Yes, I know, the deepening of the experience of life,
of connection with others, of compassion.
BUT, “WHY, why this time out?”

Will it enhance my creativity?
ripen meaningful communication?
allow me to do MORE in the world?
“WHY, why this time out?

The words occupy my inner being and
surround me in the outer world.
“WHY, why this time out?”

I have decided to GIFT everyone with my weekly audio recordings ~ 2 min ~ “A Jolt of Joan.” Knowing how difficult it is to live from the fullness of our being because of the many pulls on our time and energy, I want to make this contribution to help YOU stay focused on living from your true essence. I believe we are each here to make a contrbution to the world. My contribution is to help YOU evoke your greatness.

Click here to listen to this week’s “A Jolt of Joan.”

Last night we had supper along the river. Here are Stu and I, with my wig on.

This is the river later in the evening.

This is our last day here. Tomorrow morning we board the plane for the return trip to the US. My second Chemo treatment is on Friday August 27th.

While on our travels in Verona, Italy I saw his store and had Stu take the picture for our friend and neighbor Gloriana. This is for you, Gloria.

See you all, soon!