My Journey

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In 2006 I began a profound spiritual awakening. It started with feeling an explosion of grief. I cried out in agony and yelled at “God” for his cruel joke that was my life. I wailed, yelled out “What do you want from me?!” I crumpled in a pile on my sofa with my arms wrapped around my shaking body. Then the hug took on a different feeling. It was as though it was not my arms. I felt held, comforted. I stopped crying. Something shifted inside of me. Soon after, I had several experiences that was life changing.

I began writing poetry, seeing colors in an incredible new way and felt life inside of me. My relationships changed and I went into a quiet, inner solitude. Noises were too hard on my ears, my body tingled, and I just wanted to sit with trees. I read anything I could get my hands on. I wanted to know more about energy and discovered Reiki and became a Reiki Master and opened up the pathway to my own healing journey.

I created a Vision Board and included places where I wanted to travel, experiences I wanted to have and fun, new shiny things I wanted. I wanted to see Barcelona, a castle in Germany, a bike tour in Italy, Greece, have a family vacation, go on an African Safari, get new hardwood floors and tile in my house, meet a loving partner, drive a new Lexus SUV…

To my surprise and delight, I realized that I was creating my life and I began to live with intention.

In 2014, when my three kids were raised and on their own, a desire for a deeper freedom was calling me forward. I became a Certified Life Coach and dared to change my life. My quest and life purpose took over as I set out to discover what remains when everything else is stripped away. I resigned from my government job, sold my house and everything I owned and hit the road with my car, bike and new dome tent. That’s when my real life’s work started – connecting to and listening to my inner being.

As a nomad I travelled from valleys to campgrounds and to mountain-tops.

Over several months I drove to Vancouver, down the California coast, saw the Grand Canyon, tented in Monument Valley, hiked the energy vortexes of Sedona Arizona, assisted with a coaching course in Denver, slid down the scorching sand dunes in Colorado, biked the Rio Grande Gorge in New Mexico and then leaving my car in Phoenix, I hopped on a plane to Rome, Italy (where I got stripped of my identification, money, credit cards, passport, glasses and both sets of my car keys. With Divine guidance, I managed to tour Italy and Greece for three weeks and returned to Phoenix to meet a locksmith to get into my car before catching a flight back to Canada for my daughter’s engagement party and to fix my financial situation.

Within three days I was back in Phoenix and on the road to return to New Mexico for a Vision Quest. After 5 days alone in my tent and a heart-wrenching, magical (and cold) experience on the land outside Abiquiú in mid November frost, I flipped a coin, turned left and headed to Taos. I stayed for three days until I awoke in the morning to the words of a song; “country roads take me home”. I headed back to Canada. It was unfathomable that I would return to my 25 year government job. I met my manager for coffee and handed in my resignation. It felt like palpable freedom.

After a couple of months I was on the road again. With a one-way ticket to London, I spent two weeks exploring London and learning to navigate the Tube, flew to Hamburg, bused to Berlin, then on to Paris and took a train down to Thích Nhất Hạnh’s Plum Village in southern France for a week chanting with the sisters. From there I stepped onto the Camino de Santiago and walked for 45 days covering 1300 km, ending in Finisterre Spain. Down to Lisbon Portugal for a few days and back up to Madrid, on to Frankfurt and then a flight home in time for my daughter’s wedding.

Within a few months I’d arranged to meet a friend that I’d met at Plum Village. We decided on a Sivinanda yoga retreat in the Austrian Alps. After zenning out for a week I caught a flight to Italy and lived in isolation at the top of Monte Subasio outside of Assisi. After going inside and experiencing the torturous pain of intense loneliness … I came out on the other side.

I lived the dark night of the soul and asked God to take my life rather than continue to live in emptiness and despair.

Shortly after I awoke to the words in my head, “Come with me, to the sea, the sea of love.” It was November in Italy and the weather was becoming cold and wet with daily rain. It was just the call I was waiting for. With visions of pink coral and open salty seas, I booked a ticket to Mexico. I landed in Cancun and was guided to a small village where I met my Soul-mate Michel, a beautiful man from Quebec who was on his journey, but a few steps ahead of me. My spiritual rebirth had only just begun. Michel is a natural born healer and is gifted beyond measure. I was turned inside out and upside down and found much more than I had ever imagined. I lived constant healing that was so profound I was created anew with each turn (but kicking and screaming all the way). I was no longer the same person. Then came the adjusting and further integrating…

I returned to Canada with Michel, in time for the birth of my grandson and to root myself in my new vibration. With no goals or plans except to practice inner listening. It was the most important (and difficulty) adventure I have ever experienced; connecting with my own source inside.

Michel and I got married, drove across Canada and the next month synchronicity took us to the South of France. We sold everything and landed in Nice on the Côte d’Azur. Within four months Covid hit. Since we couldn’t travel to Canada, we stayed for three and a half years.