Roxanna Kopp Smith

Tag: death

  • Divinely Human

    I’m not sure if it was the rainy day today that made me even more dreamy than usual or just the seemingly random events that occurred this morning.  I read a woman’s post on Facebook that said she remembered her birth, that there were bright lights flashing in her face as she entered the world.…

  • Passover 2017

    Just coming off a whirlwind weekend visiting a college with my oldest, soon to be 18, my daughter. We landed in Denver and I stopped to fill my water bottle at Root Down, my favorite stop at DIA.  After filling it, I screwed the cap on tight and turned, just in time to see a…

  • Meditation for Trauma – Love for Orlando

    A friend of mine has traveled to Orlando to offer free therapy to those affected by the recent tragic event that took place at Pulse.  He asked me if I would make a meditation available for people struggling with their emotions in the aftermath of this traumatic event. I am honored to be of service in…

  • Ode to a Dog

    Ode to a Dog

    Ohhh this one hurts. Meditation dog.  Never sat down to meditate without my sidekick showing up.  Had her own sheepskin but she would usually crawl in to my lap midway through the set. A little too full-figured for a lap dog.  She didn’t care. Silly dog – people would smile at the sight of her. …

  • Endings/Beginnings

    Harbin Hot Springs.  My soul-home.  My screen saver.  My compass.  My place of healing and refuge.  My recurring dream.  My holy land.  When I arrive, the first thing I do is go to the water spout at the cold plunge and sprinkle water over my head – 7 times – one for each chakra. Then…

  • Find Me in India

    If I should die soon Tell my children to look for me in India. In the prayer bells Ringing out over the Ganges, In the tablas beating their rhythm over the loud speakers, As the red sun melts into purple sky. Look for me in the Varanasi sand bar As the dogs creep closer to…

  • Kindness Matters

    On Sunday, as I was going through security at DIA,  I saw a TSA agent help an elderly man who was struggling with his backpack.  It was a busy morning and people were rushing to empty their bins and put their shoes back on, and the man was trying to quickly exit the security area but his backpack…

  • The story doesn’t end here…

      This is something I’ve wanted to write about for a long time and had no idea how to start. It’s about a subject that is sensitive and personal. It’s about Suicide. I personally know a lot of people who have chosen to end their lives. Everyone had different circumstances and methods – some had…

  • Rishikesh – River of Love, part 2

    I wrote about bringing Lance’s ashes to Varanasi and how powerful that was for me to release them into the river. Now on to Rishikesh, a lotus of a place, nestled on the banks of the Ganges, in northern India.  The water is cool and clean, with sandy swaths of beach and many ashrams and temples…

  • Mother India and the River of Love – Part 1

    Mother India and the River of Love – Part 1

    Before our Women’s Journey to India started, I shared with Nancy that I felt  2 themes were emerging around this trip, based on the few things I was learning from the participants and our itinerary.  The two themes were ‘mother’  and  ‘water’.  I knew we were going to Mother India and I was curious to…