Remembering Who I Am

Returning back to live on the mainland I find myself reminiscing around every turn. Buildings have changed...there are new roads and many many more houses and yet I feel memories bubble to the surface with every familiar sight.

 As I settle into living just blocks from where I used to live and return to work with an old friend I am starting to notice something inside of me. The memories of who I was are beginning to swirl around me like a tornado pulling me back to the past.

 I am returning to my old habits and patterns as I visit the places where I learned to become the woman I am today.

 It is interesting to observe and remember who I was... it hasn't taken me long to start to do the things I used to do... What did I do? Walk endlessly with no destination.

 This part of who I was is still so strong in who I am today. I love walking with no destination in mind. Just absorbing the sights of the city. Vancouver is such an amazing city with mountains, high rises and the ocean. When I go to Langley I evoke the memories of walking down country roads past pastures dotted with animals and Mt. Baker ever in sight. I feel absorbed into the landscape that is part of my DNA.

 As I reconnect with old friends, who used to join me on such walks, they remind me of how much they enjoyed our meanderings with long conversations about nothing. It's not like I quit walking and talking ... it is what I have continued to do my whole life. When I need to think... I walk, when I need to reconnect... I walk, when I need to grieve... I walk. There is nothing better than a good walk.