As many of you know, or those who have been reading my blog for awhile, I was born in Alberta, Canada. For the most part, my entire family originates from Canada. My family moved to San Diego when I was only three years old, so San Diego is home to me.
But every time I visit Canada, I can't help but feel a strong connection to my history, my past, and feel like, it to is my Country. It as well has a sense of home to it. I grew up hearing stories of my parents upbringing, how my mother was on the hockey team, ski racing team (and many more teams actually!)... how she dearly misses being able to order fries and gravy.
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.
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.
While the smell of the salty ocean brings back memories of my childhood, the lavish beauty of mother natures finest forests and landscape are what hold my family history's memories.
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.
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.
Life is meant to be enjoyed. Don't miss out on the moments of beauty that surround us in our everyday lives.
Remember where you come from. Remember God's beauty.
Remember to Breathe.
Remember where you come from. Remember God's beauty.
Remember to Breathe.
*For those of you wanting to visit Canada, you should also check out British Columbia, my grandparents live in Nanaimo and I must say, that part of Canada is probably one of THE most beautiful places I have ever been.
























