How my dad spent six months out of the year living and working in one of the most beautiful National Parks I have ever seen at his family's hotel. How they lived in the farm lands, how they skied, and played in the daylight until as late as ten at night.
I often wonder how I would be different had I been raised in Alberta versus San Diego. Would I be that different? How much of our ancestors get passed down to us anyways? While I have debated the little differences that would probably have come from being raised in two very different places, I can't help but feel like I got the best of both worlds. While I have my own love for the sea, the canyon lands, and beach coast, I also get to have a connection and love for the mountains and vast wild life that my family has so long been apart of.
At the end of the day, God's earth is the world's finest master piece. The beauty of all the forms of mother nature is seriously breathtaking, and not to be taken lightly. Just felt like sharing these thoughts along with this beautiful video of my home land, my history and heritage, and the message to Remember to Breathe.
Remember where you come from. Remember God's beauty.
Remember to Breathe.