Take a Breath &Travel

Please Push yourself to travel

and reconnect with your family.

There is nothing more exhilarating than visiting my sister and brother. Family love.

We all work so hard ..day to day and focus on getting things done. Working through lists,driving everyone around and trying to maintain a balance.

Which is great, except that we actually lose sight of the world. The BIG picture and why we are here. We forget to breathe and look around.

it is so important to stay within reach of your family. Why?

When I see my siblings it reminds me of the THREADS, that bind us.

It reminds me of my strength I have within. My understanding of our family blood and gene pool.

The vision of  my mom and dad who created all of our traditions, behavior and work ethic. They  guided us and through our bond taught us so much.

The visit strengthens me and reminds,inspires me and kicks me in my ass! The gifts  of my family traits revealed again.

I am the baby sister of four.

I am so proud of each of my siblings and so grateful to be able to share a few days with each.

Birth order is a strange thing but it definitely impacts how we see the world and our family.

Perhaps because of being last  i could see the "whole" family and their interaction with each other. Observing all.

Walking into my sisters or my brothers feels like walking into my mom and dads. The warmth, the decor, the feeling, the traits.


Skiing is our family tradition since I was 5 and has continued every year since.

It is a love and passion we all share and has created a bond to the mountain for each of us filled with memories.

My parents are everywhere I look from the moment the mountains appear in my horizon . As I click my first buckle of my boot.

I have tears falling down my cheeks. Filled with gratitude and the graciousness of my family!

If you've never skied you cannot understand this.

Skiing with family all day long is quite the bonding experience.

There is a skill, a confidence,a fear, a power, a growth, a wonderful bonding filled with heart wow!

When you ski. The outside world stops. It's you and your ability to get down the slope. Your mind stops thinking of work and life minutiae. It's you vs the mountain. A fabulous competition.

When I'm on top of the mountain I can hear my dad say "follow me!"

There were times we would join hands and ski in unison together.

Or I would ski through his legs of his snowplow.

All day you smell the cheeseburgers on the hill being grilled. So when it's time for lunch we all meet at the sundeck which is another one of my favorite traditions and really such an experience.

Sitting in the sun eating the best cheeseburger ever with warm apple streudel grateful for a moment to rest between runs.

And people watching!

I have so many memories of thawing my feet, my hands. watching my father and his friends talk about their runs and their laughter together.

The week I just had was priceless! It was filled with love and so much heart! Peter and Tyler along with my brother And sister gave me the best birthday week ever!!

My mom and dad had hoped this would happen. A sharing of life, memories and the mountain!

Thank you Mom and Dad.

Thank you Paul and Diane

Thank you Kendall and Doug

The best was seeing Laura and Brigit my two nieces! The youngest grandchildren coming up through the mountain ranks extending our  family history!

Here's to the snow , the sun, the mountain, the tradition, the energy, the strength, our legs, the competition ,the challenge, the moguls and to FAMILY!

Where do your family traditions await?