'Stab 'em in the toe, Punch 'em in the chin! (Or how to successfully run a mogul field, one bump at a time.)

I liken skiing down the mountain to my son's trumpet solos or my husbands guitar riffs. It's something singular I do and it thrills me.   My ski of choice, K2 'Burnin' Luv's', act as one fine tuned instrument, like a race horse ready to charge so they keep me On My Toes the minute I head downhill.   For years, I have spent the majority of my time skiing the groomers, runs that have been groomed  into congenial surfaces, to accommodate my husband's skiing style.  When I turned 50 last year something changed inside of me, the Burnin Luvs and I were ready to come out and play.  Part of that fun, was spending time on the black diamond mogul fields with my two teenage sons and kidful older brother.  Reacquainting my self with huge nonforgiving  hardpacked snow 'bumps'  on large vertical slopes almost did me in until my youngest son gave me a strange but surprisingly helpful tip.  As I hesitantly kept swinging upward with my body (a deadly no-no in the bumps) Ben, my 16 yr. old, said, "Mom, when you face the fall line and plant your pole, pretend there is a dwarf in front of you, stab him in the toe and then punch him in the chin."  The next thing I knew, I was headed down the slope, chanting the 'stab/punch'  mantra and it worked!  The most unnatural tendencies, to face downhill on fast moving surfaces and to throw yourself forward punching something in front of you in the middle of a vertical obstacle course,  were actually what I needed to do to gain control of my run.

 This year I was back on the Burnin' Luv's and found myself thinking of Francina and some of our shared life lessons in the most unusual circumstance.  It was after lunch (the hardest time to move, ski and breath due to the lack of diaphragm space and high altitude) and I chose to ski with Ben, and my intrepid brother, known as Uncle Robbie.   As we all three took off in a blaze of cruising speed, I followed where they led and then questioned my sanity when I heard my brother say to my son, "Let's go do Lovers Leap and Ollie's run."   Hmmm.."Lover's Leap?" I repeated, with trepidation out loud, "Oh don't worry, you don't have to leap,  you can just ski off the ledge" assured my brother.  And then we got to the ledge and I made the mistake of looking down.  "Nope, this doesn't feel like me." I declared, shaking my head.  The longer I looked the surer I became.  But then I thought about all the little lessons on my 'Francina's Calling!' bookmarks like saying 'yes', and 'choosing to participate', and 'choosing faith over fear', and then I made the 'leap', which meant for me sliding off the ledge and holding my breath as I headed down a bump field situated in between signs warning 'cliffs ahead' posted along my right and left.  I was not handling things well until that little mantra came back to my head, and I started 'stabbing and punching' my way down the mountain.  By the end of the run, I felt at one with my skis and incredibly thrilled with my accomplishment.  I ruefully smiled and thanked my brother for the extra push and faith in me, and my son for skiing behind me as the 'pick up the possible Mom pieces' guy and we moved on.   I discovered a new life lesson along the way... if we choose to 'act with purpose as oppose to react with fear' facing life's twists, we might actually find our way through them and emerge stronger on the other side.
 Burning Luv Mama signing off.

Another Lovely Lunch!

I had the great pleasure of reconnecting with Francina's son Bill, and his lovely wife Nancy (both are featured in Stay For Lunch) after not seeing them for over eighteen years.   I was struck how much Bill favored his mother, it was almost as if I were looking across the table into my friend's bright eyes. I was amazed how neither seemed to have aged a bit.  I guess grand parenting and living life large agrees with them.  We shared many laughs, Francina stories, and caught up on all the young ones in our lives who have aged along with us.  Nancy regaled the table with tales of her daughter-in-law, who is expecting her seventh child this month. She recently visited their mountainside home and found the mom camping (for the adventure of it!) by the side of their creek with her six other children all bent on getting water boiling, in order to cook breakfast. They are a colorful family.  Even though I've met few personally, they feel familiar to me since Francina shared many of their escapades during our visits.  I hope to meet more along the way and definitely will not wait another eighteen years before I see dear Nancy and Bill again. An added bonus to the visit was their son Clarke, who chose to join us.   Francina was a major beacon in his life and I look forward to sharing thoughts about her influences and inspirations with him.  Towards the end of our visit, I commented on how Francina would have loved our lunch, and we all agreed that we felt her smiling with us.  Next update, Francina and Anne hit the streets of Manhattan.  Stay tuned.