Edge of the World Music Festival

Haida Gwaii has one giant hippy festival per year, and we scored the last campsite by the water before the rest of the hippies descended. Set up camp then walked over just in time to see the lantern parade, lighting up the night as the last rays of sun shone over the Tlell river. The…

Unexpected magic: Leaving Haida Gwaii (for now)

All my friends have left the island, both my housemates and my local friends, and I embrace my alone time with a hike up Tow Hill. Despite there being no service on this side of the island, from so high up I get a signal from the mainland 80 km across the Hecate Straight, and…

Cape Fife and Sleeping Beauty Hiking

I pick up my housemates visiting from Calgary and we leave immediately for a 10 km hike out to Cape Fife, locally reputed to be a vortex, a place of high energy and myth. The logged forest looks so different from the places I hiked down south, small trees filling the gaps of long gone…

How to Relax: Shifting Plans and Moonlit Canoeing

I climb back to the rocks (no barnacles!) and a meditation enters my mind. 

Inhale: Sun fills every cell with love and light
Exhale: All worry flows into the rocks 
Inhale: Thank you for filling me with love and light
Exhale: Thank you for taking all my worry
Once again, learning to accept things as they come, not pushing to have things go the way I planned or imagined. Open to the flow of easy come, easy go, relaxing into the river of abundance without expectation or a white-knuckled need to control how it looks or when. (Ahhhhh what an easier exhale. SO much pressure taken off!)

My daily mantra this year (no matter how I fight it): I trust your process, and I trust your timing. 

Haaw’a (thank you): Kayaking Day 8 – Leaving

I’m itchy and everything smells wet and gross…yet I’m not ready to leave at all. I would happily stay, given the chance. Once again, like leaving my house full of climbing best friends in the middle of a perfect summer to come here, I feel like I am leaving in a perfect era that won’t…

Ruckus Raven

I am reading on my porch when the quiet is broken by the heavy flap of raven’s wings. He settles in the tall tree above the chicken coop. The nine hens and single rooster are silent as usual in the morning; they amble around, lazily pecking the ground. But then the raven starts. His CAW…