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There’s a moment on the trail—somewhere between the burn in your calves and the rhythm of your breath—when the world goes quiet. Not silent, but still. The kind of stillness that only mountains can offer. That’s where I found myself last week, standing in the shadow of the Three Sisters in Canmore, Alberta, with a heart cracked open by the sheer beauty of it all. Something I hadn’t felt so strongly in decades. This trip to Canada wasn’t planned as a pilgrimage. It was meant t

You came back! Oh stop it, you! People are going to start talking... (pssst, let them talk 😘) So… running. An off-the-bat confession:...