The Albertan Princess

As these photos came through a story began to form.. Once upon a time there was a Albertan Princess that wanted a child of hers spawned by no man but the essence of nature. The child would grow up strong because it’s mother was a warrior that faced many great challenges to in order to deserve and create such a thing. She faced demons, trolls, loneliness, hunger, scaled mountains, swam the ocean and braved the northern deep freeze. Learned to lead, survive and endure the harsh conditions of the world. She even nearly died a few times along the way.

She was told in a dream that her final test to bring about this child was to go alone into the frozen waterfalls of the Kananaskis Country. She must go before the break of the sun and scale the icy walls of the frozen blue curtain. At the first strike of dawn she must reach the top and if she was successful in following these seemingly simple instructions she would return with a full belly of a child to be the next chosen Albertan Warrior and she will finally be gifted by everything she deserved.

The Albertan Princess suddenly opened her eyes as if woken from a storm and began to prepare. She had only hours before the sun would rise. She donned her magical robe of ivory and cherry blossoms, given to her by the ancients to protect her from the cold and heat and rain. She packed her trusty steely blue Mammut infinity 9.2mm dry rope, a rope only used to send the hardest projects, her seemingly old and worn ice boots, which carried the speed and agility of the God of Kijiji, her ice tools and 3 boiled eggs.

By the time she arrived at the base of the waterfall there was only moments left before the sun would rise. Thanks to all her years of training her ability to manage time and work under pressure was a magical power all on its own. The first 10meters went smoothly with each pick striking the ice on point. Then after one particular swing over the first bulge, water began to pour from the top of the frozen water wall.

The sun had begun to melt the top of the waterfall and a flood of water rained down upon the Alberta Princess. Her face was blinded by the surge of glacial water and when she tried to continue her ascent she couldn’t move. The flowing water had frozen her rope the ice. She had to decide I either freeze here and die and never return with my Warrior child or I must cut the rope. She quickly cut the rope and with the focus of a thousand tigers she raced to the top just as the sun broke the top of the waterfall.

She had done it. Her belly and heart had became full.

Upon her descent a man appeared. He had been watching her from the beginning and was captivated by her strength skill and determination.

When she asked why he did not help her he said most men would have thought she could not do it alone and tried to help her or do the task for her. He knew this was something important and knew she needed to do it herself for it to come to fruition. He watched as she struggled through each step but knew in his heart she would prevail. He believed in her and fell in love with her. He knew if he tried to interrupt her challenge he might loser her forever, so with bated breath he watched.

It was this moment that the Albertan Princess realized what the dream meant when it told her that she would be finally gifted with everything she deserved. For the first time she met a man that let her be herself. A man that was capable to follow her path but supported her dreams to be achieved at her own hand. A man that knew being strong for a woman doesn’t always mean doing things for her because they think she’s not strong enough to do it herself. She found the one man that was willing to wait for her.

In that moment she said “You. You will be by baby daddy.”

And he said “Mine.”

The Beginning.

Photos by at Callan Field

Dzień dobry Warszawa. 

Day 2 April 6,2016 
Good morning Warsaw! Okay it’s not exactly morning, more like early afternoon. Today is day 2 of experiencing Poland with me as a Noob! 

I had a hard time adjusting to the jet lag especially since I’m still getting over a chest infection. 

I found some homemade perogies in the freezer at around 2am and found myself drinking NesQuick and reading Harry Pottery and the Deathly Hollows until 6am. 

Adams grandfathers condo is quaint, and history and memories seem to seep from the walls. The building itself was probably erected sometime around the Second World War and even the key is reminiscent of time that seems unreal.

Our goal today is to get Adam a Polish account set up and acquire a Polish ID. Since he was born in Warsaw and immigrated to Canada at 6 years old, Adam is Polish citizen.

Our main reason for coming to Poland is to deal with some family business. Being an opportunist I also see this as a chance to improve my Polish and broaden my understanding of the Polish culture. While we have family stuff to do, I’ve also made it my priority to enroll into daily Polish language lessons.

Luckily for me, on our way out to run errands today I saw a Lingwista sign and inquired to Adam about whether we should check it out and see if they teach Polish. 

Funny thing, and I’m noticing that it’s something particular to my situation, but for the second time since I started pursuing the Polish language, that I have heard the response “this is unusual because we don’t get people asking to learn polish. Usually it’s Polish people wanting to learn English.” 

My Polish tutor in Calgary said the same thing and had to ask me to twice to make sure she understood that it was Polish that I actually wanted to learn. 

Here we are now. Waiting for Adam to get his ID and I’m taking this time to write. 

Tomorrow – jutro (you-tro) (if all goes well with the Polish school) I begin my Polish lessons. 
Do widzenia. Goodbye

Running In Poland 

For the next few posts I’ll be bringing you all to Poland! Join me in a crash course on what it’s like to experience Poland as a Canadian traveling with my partner, a native Polaki.

We arrived late last night in Warsaw. There’s an 8 hour difference from Calgary, so for all you Albertans it’s 6pm where you are and 2pm where I am, the next day. Needless to say, I’m tired.

We were greeted by Adams ciocia (Aunt) pronounced “Cho-Cha” in English phonetics, and his cousin Piotr (Peter).  They gave us a quick driving tour of downtown Warsaw showing us the main historical structures and landmarks. Adam was following along marvelously with the details and descriptions, I on the other hand was having a little bit of difficulty.

You see everyone only speaks Polish. 

I’ve mostly travelled in Spanish speaking, Asian speaking and English speaking countries and this is the first time I’ve been to a country that was Slavic based in language. 

Trust me it’s culture shock.  From being used to reading things in French or Spanish with Latin based words, it’s always been easy to derived roots and meanings. 
Now I’m faced with something completely foreign altogether exciting and intimidating. Now I really understand how scary it is for people to travel when they only speak English. 
Even so I am not completely unprepared, over the last couple years I’ve taken the initiative to take a few polish tutoring lessons and sought out resources to aid my learnings. I have a coarse grasp of the alphabet and pronounciation and I understand some words and nouns. 

We ended the evening at Adams grandfathers condo close to the downtown core of Warsaw. His grandfather moved to Canada last year but this is where we will be staying during our month long visit. 

Ciocia and Piotr remind me of my family. They had a basket of food and wine and beer ready for us because they knew we’d be hungry after our many hours of travel. We toasted a sweet red wine and I stuffed my face with cold cuts and rye bread as the dialogue continued around me. 

When I first arrived I was intently watching facial reactions and trying to Matrix my way into understanding the language but by now I was exhausted and no longer able to concentrate on trying to translate. 

Tonight I sleep. Tomorrow I will awake in Poland. 

The REAL Famous : Episode 1 Russell Thomas

For the video click here. The REAL Famous:Episode 1 Russel Thomas 

Wild Colour Art By Russell Thomas


I met Russell Thomas about 4 years ago. We were both casted in my first musical HomeTown the Musical, and from there I began my journey of getting to know The REAL Famous Russell Thomas.

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Empty Bowls Wood Buffalo

The community of Wood Buffalo never ceases to amaze me. More often known as Canada’s Oil Sands Capital, Fort Mcmurray is often overlooked as a place of creativity, art and community. I am going to show you throughout my blog posts another side of this world you never would have guessed existed.


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Save A CowBoy Ride A Horse

Horseback Riding in the Desert

Like I always say, there’s always time to try out something new and often times it begins by saying “YES.” Even though climbing is huge part of my lifestyle, I make it point to always expand my interests and simply appreciate life in as many aspects as I can.

Smoke Tree Ranch

Smoke Tree Ranch

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A Day on A Loose Lady 10a

Climbers, though they are typically focused and disciplined individuals, they also have a finesse for naming climbing routes – not to mention a hilarious sense of humour.  Today my new friend Karl and I, climbed the Loose Lady 10a at Houser Buttress in Joshua Tree National Park.

Housers Buttress

Housers Buttress

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Nighttime Campsite

Nighttime Campsite

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways

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Keyano Theatre YMCA Gym Team

Gone And Maybe Forgotten?

In the past living in other cities, I’ve been away from my friends and community for sometimes months at a time.  And often times it would take quite a bit of effort to “get back in,” into those groups. After the Woods Dream Job stealing me away from my town for 5 months, I have to be honest and say I was a little apprehensive coming back. “Would people remember me? Did they miss me? What did I miss?”

Cabaret Cast

Cabaret Cast

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The Importance of “Yes” Friends

You are the sum of all your friends.

I was told once by a friend, that you are the SUM of all your friends. It took me a while to grasp the depth of this comment but the more I reflected on my life, the more I began to understand. Your friends, (and the people that you surround yourself with), add and contribute to who you are. To put it simply, if you surround yourself with those who constantly TALK about doing things and constantly complain about their lot in life, then over time, so will you.

[For videos of this adventure scroll to the bottom of  the post.]

Friends that say YES together, grow together.

Friends that say YES together, grow together.

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