Flying home and back again…

Galiano Island, September 2024

It’s fall on Vancouver Island as I sit here on the ferry...

The words that come to mind when I think about this summer are...

Dear mountains, this is only the beginning for you and me...

On the morning of September 21st, 2020, I walked into the woods for the first time on my own…

“Ugh I want to write something” were the words that came to mind tonight…

Sources of abundance…

To become the person that you are always meant to be…