by Liz Jansen Anyone who rides a motorcycle knows the powerful connection with nature you feel while riding through the countryside. It expresses itself as freedom, exhilaration, and joy. It nourishes our soul and connects us with our Higher Being. …
by Liz Jansen For years I’ve been keeping a secret from myself. Only now do I have the courage to bring it into the open. I started my professional life as a Registered Nurse, working in hospitals for five years …
by Liz Jansen Have you ever considered what riding a motorcycle says about you? Not to others, but to yourself. We know they can empower, build confidence, and create unbelievable exhilaration. But there’s more to their teachings. Ask yourself these …
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, …
by Liz Jansen What you pay attention to grows. Numbers make it easy to measure and compare. But to be significant, they need to be meaningful. Having just returned from an extended trip across western Canada, I’m often asked what …
by Liz Jansen This is Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada and a time to reflect on our bounty. As I do this, I’m very conscious of a powerful and damaging hurricane that’s wreaking massive havoc and destruction. My thoughts and prayers …
by Liz Jansen In my dream, I was riding my black Yamaha FZ1 (two bikes ago) with a group of friends. ‘Joe’s’ bike broke down and somehow he assumed he could ride mine and take me as a passenger. In …
by Liz Jansen Life changed on August 27, 2014. That day began more than 18 months of stillness, reflection, and learning. I knew the Liz that was a confident, free-spirited, 60-year-old professional woman riding her motorcycle solo across the country. …
by Liz Jansen In my dream, the bow of the canoe rested up on the bank of the waterway while the stern floated in water already deep a few feet from shore. I climbed into the bow, kneeling. My niece …
by Liz Jansen In my dream, I was going down stairs from the upper to ground level in an open concept home. Wooden beams supported the peaked ceiling and the entire wall, from peak to ground was glass, allowing the …