Mountains, Freedom and Love in Vancouver.



It’s been a few weeks, I’ve lost count already, since I have been back in Vangroovy, or Vancouver as it is more commonly known, in Canada. It’s always an interesting transition coming back from traveling, having to dive back into society, into a certain reality. The freedom I have come accustomed to whilst traveling, with no obligations, no routine, no structure really, mostly unknown, such things that actually took time to get used to themselves in the beginning (because the organized known is so comforting). is shifted because I re-enter civilization having to conform to at least some structure and obligations. It’s challenging but also thought provoking, it brings introspectiveness. I realized that the freedom is most definitely not gone, it’s only different. It is perspective; there is freedom in everything, with each moment. It’s within us.


My return home has been extraordinary. My life is grand. I have nothing to complain about. I haven’t returned often back to a place that I called home. Any long travels usually take me onward to a completely different country, a new city with a new working visa in hand and with the intent to work and live somewhere else new, therefore unintentionally avoiding going to back to the previous place I called home. Vancouver is the first city I have returned, returned to home after extensive travel. I love East Van by the Drive, the little neighbourhood I live in. I love the energy, the vibe, the beauty. Old character homes are still quite common with massive trees lining the streets and the mountains as a backdrop on any clear day. I love the mountains.


There are also tons of quirky, independent cafes, bars, shops that line the Drive (aka Commercial Drive) that are a short walk away. So my immersion back in society has been absorbed by the charismatic soul of this hood and has been uncomplicated, welcome and appreciated. I simply like it here, and it feels like home.

I have spent my days working, wandering the Drive, sitting in parks, soaking up the sun on the back porch, hanging with friends, picnic at the beach and I have unfortunatley only clicked a few photos.

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Time has been an intriguing concept of late. It always is when returning. Time has a way to shift perspective and change speeds when transitioning from the unfamiliar, unknown of being nomadic to the more arranged, structured environment of ‘everyday life’. Time is such a strange notion. I think we can all connect to that. I observe it very intrigued as no matter what i do or say, time’s illusion goes much faster when ‘back to reality’.  I really don’t know where the days go, it’s an interesting phenomena. I suppose there are obligations, and more distractions and the pace of life is simply faster, particularly in the city, and that’s the challenge I suppose, to not feed off that energy, that pace. Find time and space to simply be.


I am doing very well though. I have certainly kept a balance since my return with work, play, social time, down time. ‘My’ time is an integral component in me staying grounded and sustaining  balance. ‘Me time’ for anyone is critical, no matter who you are, it should never be seen as selfish. It is indeed self care and the best practice you can do for yourself, get to know yourself, love yourself. Spending time on the front porch here is one of my personal favourite ways to connect with myself, so effortless.


So needless to say, I have been able to embrace with the simplicity of love, my time back here in Vangroovy. I have enjoyed it. I am surrounded by so much love and gratitude from the magnificent people in my life; I am almost overwhelmed by it. I seem to have really absorbed what I learned on my travels and at the retreat. I feel immense love, peace and gratitude. A huge realization I had – we are all on our own journey, we must respect each discrete journey and not let our ego take on any aspect of another’s journey, we must accept it, stay separate from it, therefore avoid taking it personal. And I have been able to do so, I do not take things on. It is incredibly freeing to truly feel. I love the evolution of life. It’s an endless capacity and opportunity to learn and grow, to find truth and freedom, and to ultimately love, more and more. It’s phenomenal. Thank you.



“A good traveler has no fixed plans, is not intent on arriving.” -Lao Tzu

4 comments for “Mountains, Freedom and Love in Vancouver.

  1. Taylor Stutchbury
    June 3, 2014 at 9:29 am

    Wow. Just simply wow. I have much to learn from you.

  2. Lisa
    May 25, 2014 at 10:00 pm

    Beautiful words Miller.
    Wishin’ i could be on that front porch beside you – Vangroovy sure has brought the sun out for your arrival home.

    • the curious rambler
      May 29, 2014 at 9:50 pm

      The front porch misses you xxx

  3. JC Dougan
    May 25, 2014 at 9:00 pm

    Hope you can feel my love for you all the way from Ontario. Happy your journey has lead you home…where you can keep growing until your next adventure. Miss You!