You Already Know

I just purged almost 30 of my old journals.  Before I released them, I arbitrarily flipped through a few pages here and there to see what I could learn about the woman who wrote them.  I learned that I knew a lot more than I gave myself credit for!  I intuitively knew what mattered to me, what I wanted more of in my life, and what I needed to release.

My first reaction after reading entries that were almost a decade old was, “Why did it take me so darn long to act on my intuition?!”  For whatever reason, I wasn’t ready yet.  It wasn’t the right time.  There were still lessons to be learned, experiences to be had, and deeper connections to be made with people I value and love.

Another thought occured to me as I sat on the floor surrounded by my old journals- I ALREADY KNEW!  I already knew what I wanted to change even though I didn’t know HOW to change it.  I talked to people in my inner circle; I had dreams; I experienced synchronicities that supported and validated me but I just wasn’t ready… YET.

“But”, I smiled, “I’m ready now.”  How do I know for sure?  Because the synchronicities, dreams, and intuitive feelings are aligned.  I feel the support of the Universe, Great Spirit, Love, whatever you choose to call it.  The time is NOW.

Here’s an example of the mysterious, magical way the Universe works…

Three years ago, I stayed late at the school where I was working because I was attending a “Welcoming Tea” for the families of incoming first graders.  As the rising second grade teacher, it was my responsibility to welcome the first grade families and introduce them to the woman who would be their child’s new teacher.  (In Waldorf schools, grades teachers typically rise with their class to the next grade- all the way from first to eighth in many cases!)

To give the new teacher the opportunity to meet the parents on her own, I chose to stay out of sight until the event began.  I walked down a dark hallway to the room used by a support teacher.  I didn’t turn on the hall light but I did turn on the light in the room so I could get some work done while I waited.  I shut the door behind me, thinking “No one will find me here.”

I heard voices but assumed that they would see the teacher standing in the doorway of the first grade room, notice the group of parents, and head that way.  Instead, the door swung open and a couple stood there looking at me.  I got up, extended my hand, and said, “You must be here for the First Grade Welcoming Tea.  I’m Susan Korsnick, the rising second grade teacher.”  The woman shook my hand but the man stopped in mid-shake, saying “Korsnick?  Korsnick?  The principal at my old school was named Korsnick.”

This is definitely NOT a common last name but I knew my uncle, Jack Korsnick, was a principal in Maryland years ago.  “Are you talking about Jack Korsnick?”  He was.  He went on to tell me that he was a student in the school on a track for an electrician program but he always wanted to work with cars.  My uncle told him, “It’s important to be happy”, and made it possible for the boy to switch into the program he wanted.  “Your uncle was a great man.  He inspired me and supported me every step of the way.”

He then went on to say that after graduation, he volunteered with an EMS (Emergency Medical Service) in Maryland.  One evening, a 911 call came in.  He arrived at the house and went upstairs to the bedroom where a man had collapsed from a massive heart attack.  He tried to resuscitate him but couldn’t.  My Uncle Jack was already dead.

Why am I telling you all this?  This man from Maryland, who was inspired by my uncle as a boy and later tried to save his life, was in a small private school in southcentral Pennsylvania, after regular school hours.  He turned right instead of left and got lost on his way to the first grade classroom.  Instead of turning around at the beginning of that long, dark hallway, he chose to walk down it and found me.  Me- Jack Korsnick’s niece.

I sincerely believe that man was a messenger, gifting me the encouraging message that Uncle Jack gifted him decades ago.  I believe my uncle was speaking to me through him.

“It’s important to be happy.”  

My journals were full of reflections on life, spirituality, and what I was yearning for in some ways.  Years ago, I knew I wasn’t quite where I wanted to be, who I wanted to be with, or doing what I wanted to be doing.  Life was good and I felt guilty thinking it but “It wasn’t good enough”.  I was feeling growing pains… a transformation.  Life just didn’t fit anymore.

We have intuitive powers beyond anything we can comprehend.  Very few of us realize that and even fewer trust it enough to take action when truths are revealed.  I’m here to tell you that the Universe is on your side.  It wants you to not just grow but thrive and be happy.  Call it Source, God, Goddess, Great Spirit, whatever you want; I call the energy that connects us all- LOVE.

I use creativity to connect to my intuition.  Making art and writing reveal myself to me.

Wings are Meant for Flying by Susan Korsnick

 

Dreams and synchronicities are messengers.  They validate our intuition and encourage us to live life in bold colors.

The Wanderer (Tarot card from Wildwood Tarot by Mark Ryan and John Matthews)

Lessons Learned

  1. I already know.
  2. I can connect more deeply with my intuition through creativity.
  3. The Universe (LOVE) will send me all kinds of signs to support my intuition.
  4. When the time is right, I’ll be ready to fly.

Come to the Edge

“Come to the edge”, he said.  

They said, “We are afraid.”

“Come to the edge”, he said.

They came.

He pushed them… and they flew.

Apolliaire

 

Finding Your Personal Sacred Symbol

Hand of Fatima: My Symbol for 2019

 

Finding Your Personal Sacred Symbol

Symbols hold great power and meaning.  From the earliest cave paintings to pop-culture images of peace signs and hearts, symbols speak to who we are and what matters to us.  Through guided visualizations, experiential activities to help you tap into your inner wisdom, and painting, we will relax and allow the images to flow freely.  By building layers on a canvas, we will reveal the sacred symbols that hold significance for us NOW.  No art experience needed.  Bring a journal and something to write with.

$65 includes all supplies.  Register by calling Radiance at 717-290-1517.

Be Love- My Mantra for 2018

Be Love
Be Love by Susan Korsnick- acrylic on canvas

Be Love- A Mantra Not a Resolution

In the past few months, I’ve noticed a lot of hearts appearing in my artwork.  Some resemble the ones we are used to seeing on Valentines and others are human hearts.  A self-admitted over-achiever and perfectionist, I’ve spent years striving to achieve and please.  Even my spiritual practice was based on getting in touch with my higher self.  I confused “higher self” with “best self” and that’s where I made a big mistake.  “Best self” is based on judgment and outcome; it always takes more to be my “best”.  It’s exhausting and unobtainable.  Logically, I know that but I always tried a little harder, did a little more, improved just a little bit.  Be better.  Where’s the love in that?

TAKING THE TIME TO LOVE

Christine Mason Miller wrote in Bella Grace magazine, “Whether about to turn 20 or 80, we all only have so much time, so why not be in a hurry- to reach out to one another, however we can- and love them.”  And before we do that, let’s take time to BE LOVE for ourselves- give ourselves permission to stop “doing” and start being.

detail of Be Love- Susan Korsnick's acrylic piece on canvas
detail of Be Love, by Susan Korsnick.

WAKE UP CALL

A recent health scare awakened me to the truth- it’s not as important for me to be my best self as it is for me to relax and be my authentic self.  Just BE.  It sounds so simple to do, doesn’t it?  Just BE.  I was humbled by the experience, to say the least, but there was a silver lining.  As much as I have practiced a spirituality that connects me to my divine self, I needed a bolt of lightning (of sorts) to reconnect me to my human self.

I don’t want to be that driven multi-tasker any more.  I want to create more art, read more books, spend more time with people I care about, play, laugh, and savor every precious moment.  It’s time to let go of judgments, outcomes, and  anything else that takes me out of the present.  It’s time to BE LOVE, starting with my self.

“And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, ‘This is important’ and ‘this is important’ and ‘this is important’, ‘you need to worry about this and this and this’.  And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No! This is what’s important.” I. Thomas

I put my hand on my heart and promise to BE LOVE and allow that flawed, goofy, uniquely wonderful being who lives underneath to-do lists and expectations to come out and play and twirl in the light again.

Grampy and Me

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time, there was a little girl with straight dark brown hair and big dark brown eyes.  She loved spending her summers with her grandparents, Grampy and Nanny, in a small town in central Pennsylvania.  Every morning, the little girl’s grandfather would quietly tiptoe into her bedroom to tuck her blanket under her chin and softly pat her leg before he left for work in the brickyard.  To be completely honest, the little girl was rarely asleep when he came in but she kept her eyes closed and pretended anyway.  The whiff of freshly percolating coffee and the whispers of her grandparents in the kitchen wafted up through the register in the floor.  These soothing smells and sounds lulled her back to sleep.

When Grampy got home, after long hours in the stifling heat of that factory, he would sit on the porch with the little girl and open his lunch pail.  No matter how hungry he was during the day, he always saved her a bite of the chocolately dessert Nanny packed for him.

In the early evenings, the little girl and her grandfather went for walks to Martha’s Park where Grampy pointed out picnic shelters he helped build or to Webb’s field where they would sit as still as possible and watch the deer feed.  When they got home, Grampy would read on the porch while the little girl chased fireflies or bunnies in the yard with her sister.

Weekends were spent with Grampy- picking veggies out of the garden, playing in the playhouse he made for her and her little sister, shelling peas, and doing other chores that never felt like chores.

Nights were spent in front of the television, watching Lawrence Welk or Hee Haw while they played cards and ate dishes of chocolate ice-cream.  Triple scoops!  Sometimes they would watch the Three Stooges and laugh until tears streamed down their faces.  Nobody else appreciated Larry, Moe, and Curly the way Grampy did.

Fast forward a dozen years or so and the little girl is a married woman.  She’s standing in an airport with her grandparents before she flies back to California to reunite with her Air Force husband.  Her plane begins boarding and she begins hasty farewells because long good-byes lead to too many tears.  She hugs Nanny.  Then, she hugs Grampy.  He gives her an extra tight squeeze and says, “I love you.”  In over twenty years, he never said “I love you” to her.  She began to cry uncontrollably, not because she needed to hear him say that but because she didn’t.

She always knew she was loved… completely and unconditionally loved.  Grampy (Albert Martin Marcinko) instinctively knew how to BE LOVE.  And “being love” is the best kind of love there is.

FAST FORWARD TO THE PRESENT

Here she is.  The brown hair is turning gray and the brown eyes need glasses to read up close but she’s still the same tanned, barefoot little girl inside.  She knows how important it is to be authentic and how important it is to BE LOVE… everything else takes care of itself.