This past weekend in Canada we celebrated Thanksgiving.

I enjoyed the time to reflect on how much I have to be grateful for, including my passion for self-discovery which brings meaning to everything.

On the journey of self-discovery, I am constantly learning and growing.

Self-discovery is like an onion. As we peel back the layers, the truth of who we are begins to reveal itself more and more.

Sometimes we are living life and embracing the moment; we have the courage and tenacity to be present with adversity, and at other times, there is resistance.

We are midway into September already! Gosh time flies.

For me, September has always felt like the beginning of the year much more than January. That first day back at school feeling has never gone away.

Has there ever been a time in your life when you feel as though the Universe is sending you the same messages in different ways?

You may not know this about me, 24 years ago I sold cars at a Ford dealership in Vancouver. At the time, it was the largest Ford dealership in Canada. My team alone had 10 sales people and I was the only woman.

Nature continually teaches me what it looks like to ‘be’. As I go for my walks in the woods I see and feel tremendous wisdom.

A few weeks ago, I made the decision to commit to a morning walk for 28 days.

Research has shown when we do something consistently for 28 days, we have created a habit.

This week, I feel somewhat at a loss for words.

As I have been out on my morning walks there is a silence that allows me to hear the birds, the wind, life within me and all around me. I recognize now more than ever how privileged I am.

The past few weeks have been a roller coaster of feelings; inspired, not inspired, productive, not productive, focused, not focused, creative, not creative, frustrated, deeply fulfilled.

Can you relate?

How are you doing?

Things are still very much up in the air with some businesses and public spaces opening, while others remain closed. Summer isn’t looking like we may have planned, and I think for a lot of us, the closures and restrictions are lasting longer than we may have first thought they would.

Lately, I have been focused on my feet. Yes, my feet. Not about how I could really use a pedi, albeit my feet and I are very much looking forward to that momentous day.

It’s been quite the ride this past eight weeks, has it not?!

A lot of times it feels surreal, like being in a movie, except this is real life.

One of the gifts of this pandemic has been more time spent at the dinner table without the rush to clean up or plan for the next day. Here, something beautiful has emerged.

I have always considered myself an “in-person” kind of person. Connecting with someone face-to-face and feeling the energy of a group of people in the same room inspires me. For this reason, anything online has never been a big draw for me - until now.

When I grew up, we lived on a street with over sixty kids and I had so many friends to play with. The woods were like our backyard. We did things together as families. There was a strong sense of community. It was a wonderful way to grow up.

I am grateful for the space I have had these past few weeks, to be and to feel. It has been a gift of growth to be the observer of what comes up.

Something I have been curious about lately is, what is it like to be a child right now as we navigate through this pandemic? What is going through a child’s mind?

Last week I went for a walk on the beach. It was such a beautiful day. Picture perfect.

As I was sitting on the sand looking at the open sky and water, sadness spontaneously came to the surface. Tears started rolling down my face. There wasn’t a story attached to my feelings, it just was.