Taking Flight International Corporation

10/09/2026

My most treasured childhood memories of Thanksgiving begin outdoors, with a small bucket in my hand.
Wild high-bush cranberries grew abundantly where I lived. Their fragrance was unforgettable. We children would pick the bright berries and carry our little buckets home to Mother. She would remove the seeds and cook the cranberries with juice from apples grown in her own garden, creating the most delectable jelly.
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©Jane Simington, PhD.

My most treasured childhood memories of Thanksgiving begin outdoors, with a small bucket in my hand. Click on the link below to read my full article.

09/22/2026

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September 22, 2026

08/31/2026

Harvesting September's Wisdom
©Jane A. Simington PhD.
September 2026.

September invites us to gather what matters, release what no longer serves, and trust the changing seasons of life.

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September invites us to gather what matters, release what no longer serves, and trust the changing seasons of life.

08/27/2026

The Transformation Coaching Course will be held September 15-17, 2026 at the Fairfield by Marriott Inn & Suites Edmonton North.
Limited seats are available. Reserve your seat today.
Call 780-473-6732.
https://www.takingflightinternational.com/transformation-coaching-application

08/24/2026

Reserve your seat today! Call our office at 780-473-6732.

08/04/2026

What Is Ripening In Your Life?
©Jane A. Simington, PhD
As I walk through my gardens in August, I am amazed by the transformation. In May, I pushed tiny seeds into cool soil with little evidence of what...
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As I walk through my gardens in August, I am amazed by the transformation. In May, I pushed tiny seeds into cool soil with little evidence of what would come.

07/16/2026

There is something profoundly soothing about July’s sensory landscape: warm air settling on the skin, the shimmer of leaves in full sun, the hum of insects moving through their daily rhythms. These simple experiences calm the nervous system and remind us that restoration often begins in the smallest moments.

I am carried back to childhood summers when our family would head out to pick Saskatoon berries. The bushes were full and fragrant; their branches bending under the weight of ripening fruit.

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There is something profoundly soothing about July’s sensory landscape: warm air settling on the skin, the shimmer of leaves in full sun, the hum of insects moving through their daily rhythms.

07/08/2026

July’s Gifts of Simple Summer Moments
©Jane A. Simington PhD.

There is something profoundly soothing about July’s sensory landscape: warm air settling on the skin, the shimmer of leaves in full sun, the hum of insects moving through their daily rhythms. These simple experiences calm the nervous system and remind us that restoration often begins in the smallest moments.

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There is something profoundly soothing about July’s sensory landscape: warm air settling on the skin, the shimmer of leaves in full sun, the hum of insects moving through their daily rhythms.

06/18/2026

Father’s Day Reflections:
Honouring the Quiet Guides Who Shape Our Lives
© Jane A. Simington PhD.

Some of the greatest teachers in our lives never stand in front of a classroom. They teach instead through the rhythm of their days, the steadiness of their presence, and the way they move through the world. My father was one of these quiet teachers. A farmer by calling and by heart, he taught through the land itself — through the planting, the tending, the haying, and the long June days when the sun lingered and the work stretched on.

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Some of the greatest teachers in our lives never stand in front of a classroom. They teach instead through the rhythm of their days, the steadiness of their presence, and the way they move through the world. My father was one of these quiet teachers. A farmer by calling and by heart, he taught throu...