Under the Sitka Tree Soul Tour

  Partial Lyrics ~ "Sound Of Surviving" ~ Nichole Nordeman They told me I'd never get to tell my story Too many bullet holes It would take a miracle These voices Inside my head like poison Trying to steal my hope Silencing my soul But my story is only now beginning Don't try to write my ending Nobody gets to sing my song These pieces The ones that left me bleeding Intended for my pain Became the gift You gave me I gathered those pieces into a mountain My freedom is in view I'm stronger than I knew This is the sound of surviving This is my farewell to fear This is my whole heart deciding I'm still here, I'm still here And I'm not done fighting This is the sound of surviving… Song Video Link >>>  https://youtu.be/IaOExJJa_YA     “All of us are given moments, days, months, years of exile. What will we do with them? Wish we were someplace else? Complain? Escape into fantasies? Drug ourselves into...

Our lives interlace the past with the present and at any given moment collide at the right angle, to impact our future ~ TL Alton  Where I am working at Moberly Lake Provincial Park, almost a half hour away, is the town of Chetwynd, B.C.  Moberly Lake Provincial Park This small community was not on my map prior to me coming to work up North. A month later, my footsteps have been left in the dirt, as I make my trips for groceries, laundry and the local library.  While in the outdoors, I collect the litter dispersed all over. The other day, the path I was walking along, led me to an unexpected revelation. Nearing the corner of town, I saw a half-flattened can of silly string and decided against throwing it directly in the garbage. Instead, I saw a half wire basket attached to a local trash bin. As I placed the rubbish in it, I saw the name of the recycling company—Wishbone. This drew a smile upon my face, as this is the same company who creat...