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Dear Member of Parliament

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Dear Member of Parliament: If you're worried about your job take pause and consider the 250, 947 (1) Canadians that have lost theirs already. The 250, 947 Canadians you were elected to represent, speak for and protect aspects of their livelihoods. There is no livelihood here. (obviously if they are lazy expletives then their employment is in their own hands.) It's time to act. Your constituents are desperate and no percentage of inoculation records are going to relieve this desperation like that of removing tyranny and hypocrisy run unchecked. Secure the savings account and fight for what you know is right.  That's right MPs, MLAs, mayors and pundits, I am calling you out. You are the voice of the country not the falsely decorated dictator. You hold the honored future of Canada in house votes and the ability to change the tides . Change them now before the tidal wave cannot be stopped. Fight for Canada, not yourself. For once, fight for your country! The people of Canada

Alberta, We are strong

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Alberta. We are trailblazers. Dream builders and a group of the hardest working individuals I know. We understand the need to get dirty, to question process and to ensure we live life knowing all the risks involved.  Alberta, we are a rare breed. Rather than a life of easy days, set hours and consistent pay en masse we have chosen the route of creator. We have built one of the largest entrepreneurial provinces in Canada (per capita) and were once the province where “dreams are made of”. Alberta, we stand tall with pride. Proud of our ability to create income out of nothing.   Proud of the long days, the sweat, the blood, the toil and turmoil that we navigate so well. Proud of our ability to feed our families on our own, with no handouts, no government assistance and no reliance. Our pride runs deep. Taught to our young when working on the ranch, farm or in the family grocery store. We are taught to do the job right the first time. To smile at the hard work we put in and

Solo Snorkeling into Pure Joy

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I found it! Pure joy and a sneak peak of heaven. It was snow, up to my knees, mid-thigh in some spots and there was only one way to go. Down. As a southern Albertan there are many gifts to be found outdoors. Many of which are during our four, sometimes six, months of winter. Recently, on my first solo ski trip to a lovely mountain we call Castle I was consumed by pure joy. Boards strapped to my feet, an average of over 30 cm fresh snow everywhere and not a groomer run in sight. All snow. All powder. All magical.  Escaping to the mountain on a weekday, post snowstorm made for a bit of a white knuckle drive but upon arrival it was worth the sweaty palms and moments of increased heart rate. Empty parking lot. Loonie sized snowflakes still falling. Snowplow clearing the parking lot. Die hard adventurers strapping on their sticks. Ready for a day of snorkeling. Albertan style. First run was full of giggles, amazement and the realization that I needed to remove a layer. Spring

Lockdown lessons

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To start, this was originally to be shared around the "anniversary" of the province wide (what felt like world wide) lockdown of all daily activity. However, it didn't feel right. While the instigator of the lessons learned below can certainly be pinpointed, they are lessons learned to be carried forward. And frankly, when I look back at my childhood, these are lessons my parents and grandparents tried to impose and teach in an ever-changing world. That said, here we are, one year wiser (I hope) with renewed perspectives to carry forward; no matter how the future turns out in this very weird time. The Back Story:   Personally, March 17th marks the one year anniversary of "The Day the World Shut Down"... my world, my business and no more school for my Grader 1'er at the time. That was the day Albertans were strictly prohibited from going to, well, anywhere . On March 15th our provincial school system was closed for 2 weeks which then turned into the rest of

Trauma : A Trigger for Clarity?

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Sometimes tragedy, loss, confusion and grief have a way of pulling people apart; forcing realizations, and allowing truths and suppressed frustrations to surface. Then again, tragedy, loss, confusion and grief can also build a bond tighter than you'd ever imagine. It can force you to look at your life and understand why you place heavy value on people, places, things or ideas. Heartache and frustration have a way to cement things. To strip bare the fluff, the garbage, the lies and the conveniences that fill, or once filled our days. Loss and extreme change opens our eyes, allowing us to see what is truly the most important and clarifies just how much we are willing to fight for what matters. Maters to us; not what matters to those that are external to our intimate lives. Tragedy can bring clarity to just how deeply you can love and where your depths in fact, run shallow. - - -  This has been my experience in more than one account of tragedy or extreme sadness that has f

Guest Post: "I DON'T thrive under pressure"

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This was pulled from an old Blog that is being deleted. I feel that it's important I keep this post, remember my story and remind myself of the journey I have been on, the grace I am able to carry and how important perspective really is. I have recently written a guest blog post for my past Bobsleigh Starts and Strength coach, Stuart McMillan , who is now coaching the UK Olympic Athletics team (or has a hand in it, I don't quite understand the full details)... Anyways, I thought I'd share the post with you. You can also find the original post here . July 7, 2012: London, UK Yesterday was the day when all those who appealed the UKA Olympic Team selection found out what they would be doing 4 weeks from now.  Of the 11 appeals, only 800m runner Gareth Warburton received the good news .  The rest remain losers .  Some have been to the Olympic Games before.  Some have been to many.  Some even have Gold medals.  Others will go in the future.  For some though, this
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" Remember when you'd sing, just for the love of it, Any joy it would bring" - To Noise Making (Sing) , Hozier On the journey back we find things that connect, things that resonate and acts that need to return. I hope you sing just for the fuck of it, for the love of it and for the joy it DOES bring. 💜 When we go through changes and massive shifts, whether planned, welcomed, or not there are many paths we take. Some intertwined, some so far off to the left we feel like we will never get back and some, some take the same path we have already taken; Just to be sure we remember the lessons learned. Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash I have no idea what path we are on, but it's certainly a journey and one that is reminding all of us the many things we have given up. The elements we put on pause promising to return one day, yet never doing so and there are words and songs that capture all that. Songs that, personally, bring me back, make my heart sing and turn on the imag