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Memories are precious things. What makes us  remember certain times and not others? I spent a lot of time camping as a kid, but I still remember one particular tree. It was a pine tree. I put my hand on the bark and thought, “I want to do this for a living”. I wanted to be outside and discover the marvels of nature. It was a visceral memory and the details of it are still crisp in my mind.

Think back to when you were eight or nine. What was it that you really loved to do? How did you translate that into a career or purposeful pastime? I took that feeling of wanting to be outside in nature and turned it into a career in environmental science. I am thankful for the things I have learned in this career, but now I am reinterpreting my childhood dream.

As a kid I felt the power of nature to transform, to heal, to smooth out the rough edges. I was fascinated by the diversity of life and I still am. I now have a dream of sharing that restorative experience with others. My intent is to open a retreat centre where people can go to heal, to create, to nourish their inner life. At this point I have no idea how that will happen. So tomorrow I will return to my day job, and keep moving forward, gathering information and experience along the way.

Could it be that the most courageous thing to do is to stay true to our dreams? To continue on when the path forward is not clear? Yes. I think it is.


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