More of the same

Settled.
Comfortably enjoying what it means not to be moving, chasing our dreams, living on the edge.
Quiet solitude. Stillness. Nesting. Contemplating. Breathing.
Just being. And surfing the web, of course 🙂
Succulent sweetness!

Settled.
Comfortably enjoying what it means not to be moving, chasing our dreams, living on the edge.
Quiet solitude. Stillness. Nesting. Contemplating. Breathing.
Just being. And surfing the web, of course 🙂
Succulent sweetness!
Alumapalooza 4: Our 4th year of returning home to the Mothership! Airabella’s birthplace, 22 years ago. Oh how we love to return home. I liken a trip to the Airstream factory as a trip to the ultimate candy store. 🙂 Our first official day as this years Alumapalooza Yoga Instructors started out beautifully with our…
Parachute Montreal is host to the 100 way Record Attempts that slaDE and I have been accepted as participants (aka Mission 100). Parachute Montreal is located in St-Esprit Quebec, 25 minutes east from the centre of Laval (home of the Skyventure Windtunnel!) and 40 minutes from downtown Montreal. The 100 way event will run between…
When people skydive in to the Blue Hole (salt water + canopy and skydiving container = not so great on the longevity of the gear’s life), it’s vitally important to care for the gear once the jumper has returned to shore. On this trip, Rigger extraordinaire (Aidan Walters) took the task to heart and washed,…
It’s always interesting when I stumble across something in my belongings that I haven’t seen or read in years. Today, I found all my skydiving logbooks, and of course, I had to glance back through them all. To my surprise, I discovered that at the end of my 2nd full logbook, I had tabulated the…
There are moments in my life when I am able to stop long enough to pause, and truly reflect on the present moment, without being tugged by responsibility or emotion that threatens to break the moment of serene peace. Today, as we drove away from the outskirts of Calgary, fully rooted in the commencement of…
After having spent a cozy comfy WARM evening sleeping on the leather FBO couches of Franklin Airport, slaDE~ and I were anxious to make our way west towards the Outer Banks (commonly referred to as the OBX). Wanting to wish our amazing hosts a fond farewell, we made our way over to the drop zone…