by Liz Jansen I’m nervous about getting back on a motorcycle. Although I don’t keep a running total, I’ve ridden hundreds of thousands of miles over 45 years with no accidents on the road until last summer. I teach others …
by Liz Jansen Last week my sister Mary posted this picture and caption on Facebook. “I pirated this plant about 4 years ago..it was one of about 1000 or more that my dad could make grow 3 feet high..guess I …
by Liz Jansen I jumped out from under my crippled motorcycle, now resting on its left side, engine running, and headlights peering at me from an unusual orientation. In an instant, my life had changed forever. Wednesday, August 27, 2014 …
by Liz Jansen Last week’s post on The Four Graces barely hit the cyberwaves when I was reminded that there was a fifth forgotten grace. No make matters even worse, this grace chronologically preceded the others: the grace of the …
by Liz Jansen It’s now been three months since I turned onto the detour. While it wasn’t the experience I anticipated or foresaw when I left Ontario, it’s been an adventure just the same. Here’s a progress report. Recovery It’s …
by Liz Jansen I have but one closet in my new apartment. It’s long and narrow so storage has to be strategically organized, with the things I use most easily accessible. Since it also houses Measha’s lavatory, the door has …
by Liz Jansen It’s close to 40 years ago that Oma gifted me with a finely hand-stitched quilt. Lime green on one side, tiny orange and pink flowers against a white background on the other, I didn’t know what I …
by Liz Jansen Two weeks and two days ago, while riding through rural Alberta on a lovely late summer day, my plans changed. I was headed for Blackfoot Crossing and Namaka, the farming community where my dad spent most of …
by Liz Jansen Yesterday marked the end of my visit with author Ed McGaa, (Eagle Man), author of multiple books on Native Spirituality and Earth Wisdom. Introduced to his book Nature’s Way earlier this year, I knew immediately that I …
by Liz Jansen “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.”––Gabriel Marcel When people ask where I’m going or how long I’ll be gone, the standard answer is, “I don’t know.” It drives administrators …