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GRIEF TALK // The 11 Words That Changed My Life

It’s as bad as it can be. It’s Over. It’s Over. My Dad’s tear-filled words shook me to my core. Between shallow breaths of traumatic, shocking despair, I let out a string of dilapidated I-can’t-do-this’s. With his words, our life imploded, crashing down in horrific slow motion. In a single moment the world became grey.…

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Beginner’s Guide // Easing Into Solo Trail Running

And there I was in the summer sunshine, driving my little, under-washed but deeply loved, dark blue 2003 Volkswagen Golf—“Wolfgang”—to the trailhead. I twisted to and fro up the road, a blur of earthy tones whirring past, the scent of pine whisping in through open windows, and The Lovin’ Spoonful’s “Summer In The City”  blaring…

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Motorcycling // The Fraser Canyon-Princeton Loop

The Route Suggested Itinerary Day One: Vancouver to Seton Lake Campground, Lillooet | 328 KMDay Two: Seton Lake Campground to Camelshoof Peak (and back) | 53 KMDay Three: Seton Lake Campground to Dewdney Recreation Site, Princeton | 413 KMDay Four: Princeton to Vancouver | 291 KM Route Highlights Highway 1: The Fraser Canyon. Twist along…

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Motorcycling // The Chilcotin-Kootenay Loop

The Route Suggested Itinerary Day One: Vancouver to Tyax Lodge, Gold Bridge | 252 KMDay Two: Tyax Lodge to Bralorne (and back) | 65 KMDay Three: Tyax Lodge to Seton Lake Campground, Lillooet | 108 KMDay Four: Rest Day! Take a drive up the Duffy Lake Road (Hwy 99)!Day Five: Seton Lake Campground, Lillooet to…

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GRIEF TALK // Surviving The Loss Of Sisterhood

My Sister once told my Dad the reason why she was uncomfortable with people reading her journals: “My journals represent who I was and how I thought at a specific moment in time. I may have changed since then” For me, I consider my writings about grief, loss, and adventure as “guarded vulnerability”. My words…

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GRIEF TALK // My Cherry Blossom

March came barreling down on me,As if unannounced.As if my brain decided that this year,And maybe every year,March would simply no longer exist. Because,How could it?How could it be almost a year?How could I survive this year?How did I survive this year,Without you? The answer:A piece of me didn’t.A piece of me will be forever…

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Love From, Rachel // I am not a sculpture, I am a garden.

This is the next piece in a collection entitled: Love From, Rachel. My Sister’s deepest desire was to publish a book of poetry. It would tell the story of her survival, the story that would keep herself—and one day, others—alive. When she died, she left behind 15 journals from her 5-year battle with mental illness: the…

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Love From, Rachel // Two Belugas, Two Blue Guys

This is the second piece in a collection entitled: Love From, Rachel. My Sister’s deepest desire was to publish a book of poetry. It would tell the story of her survival, the story that would keep herself—and one day, others—alive. When she died, she left behind 15 journals from her 5-year battle with mental illness:…

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Love From, Rachel // Rachel Millsip

This is the first post in a collection entitled: Love From, Rachel. My Sister’s deepest desire was to publish a book of poetry. It would tell the story of her survival, the story that would keep herself—and one day, others—alive. When she died, she left behind 15 journals from her 5-year battle with mental illness.…

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WEST COAST TRAIL SOUL-O // Letting The Light Pour In.

There are hundreds of moments spent evaluating risk in the outdoors: bears, cougars, rising tides, slippery ladders, kelp-covered rocks, hand-pulled cable cars, strangers, nights alone, inclement weather. As a soloist, there are no second opinions. Your choices are yours, alone, to own. But to me, the most jarring solo-moment occurred while I was spending an…

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GRIEF TALK // (SOMETIMES)

“Maddie you and I should get matching tattoos,” Rachel said. “Mmmmm no thank you,” I responded. Tattoos weren’t my thing. “We could get yin-and-yang. One side of it on each of us—because we are entirely opposites in every way, yet together, we are so well-matched, both so necessary. Together we are beautifully full,” she explained.…

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