by Liz Jansen It’s been a monumental week. I’ve completed the first draft of Crash Landing. Two-and-a-half years in the works, with a focused and intense three months of writing since March and it’s done. There’s still much to do but…
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Wisdom from the Child in the Woods
by Liz Jansen Motorcycles aren’t the only means of transport for inner journeys. Now that spring is here, I follow a loosely defined path when I walk to nearby plazas for errands. My place backs onto a greenbelt of mostly cedars…
Mother’s Day Motorcycle Traditions Go On Forever
by Liz Jansen Mom and I went on our first motorcycle ride together on May 9, 2004. It was Mother’s Day and my 50th birthday. She was about to turn 78. So began an annual tradition that lasted for six…
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Hybrid Easter Celebrations
by Liz Jansen Growing up in a Mennonite tradition, Easter was one of the holiest celebrations of the year. We’d be at church on Good Friday to honor the crucifixion, and back on Easter Sunday, often for a sunrise service…
How to Maneuver Around the What If Obstacles
by Liz Jansen Recently I wrote an article about ‘meeting’ my paternal grandfather for the first time during last year’s motorcycle trip to northern Alberta. “Isn’t that the trip you crashed on,” asked my editor? “You didn’t mention it.” He…
Finding Happiness in the Dark
by Liz Jansen Finding happiness and peace of mind is easy when things are going well. Or when we’re riding our motorcycles. We feel joy, freedom, and even euphoria. A spiritual connection. Riding makes you feel better physically. Paul Pelland,…
Go Back to Your Roots
by Liz Jansen Have you ever sought an answer for what you thought was a complex question, been given the answer many times and in many ways, but still didn’t get it? And when you did, it was so simple,…
The Return to Home Base
by Liz Jansen Sunday evening marked my return from seven glorious weeks on the road mostly through Western Canada with Trudy, my trusty Triumph Tiger, stopping just shy of the Pacific Ocean. Six of those weeks were on the Ancestor…
Dad and My Motorcycle
Originally written a few years ago, this memory is as alive today as it was then. Dad is now 90 and walking with canes as he recovers from a hip replacement following a fall. He’s moved into assisted living, mom…
Keep Singing
by Liz Jansen Until recently, I’ve left the electronics off when I hike, preferring only the sound of the wind and my footsteps. I’m well aware there’s a tendency to get carried away with volume when listening to iPods, both…
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