Whoah!! My how summertime flies!

And I continue to fly.

The coast was calling and I am surrendered to the pull of saltspringseed-y-ness, family time and sweet ocean breezes. I have arrived on Salt Spring for the fall months to work with my Dad and save some money for travels this winter. Right now it looks like Israel and perhaps Egypt with my mom, but we shall see.

This summer has been full and empty at the same time. So much letting go, grieving and being with not knowing what is next. Lots of ideas but I have just been resting in the present. Meditation and daily movement practice have been key as well as healthy eating and clean water. (of course, somesummer celebration too ;)

So much beautiful and healing retreat time was spent in the Kootenays - as well as two packed trips to visit the west coast. I definitely fell in love with the Kootenays, so left a fair bit of my stuff there and could see myself very easily living there again one day soon.

I'm realizing that my journey through my own health issues has brought me so much knowledge and understanding, and a deeper study of healing arts is very much on-going and on the horizon... Still looking for the specific route, though strong pulls come from the chinese 5 element system, acupuncture, reflexology and nutrition based healing using wild plants especially. . .

Dance is always present - I dance I dance I dance, everywhere I go to, every rhythm, and keep channeling that dancer spirit in me. I hope to get into Vancouver regularly this fall for flamenco classes and continue my own practices that cultivate my connection with the subtle and athletic bodies.

So there it is! Here I am! Back on Salt Spring once again. A place to be seasoned and a place to spring from. I am excited to have landed (I have a home already and am moving in today), and to see what the work with the infamous Dan Jason has in store for me. For tonight I'm going to go shake it at the Beaver Point Hall like a true home-coming.

Here are some pics of the summertime adventures:

The Coast:
The Harvest from our backyard in the Koots:

Family:

The Cake for my Grandfather's 89th: