As we get ready to leave for the rink, it occurs to me that there is something kind of weird about hockey in September.
Four seasons in a cold arena…isn’t it extraordinary how much Canada loves its hockey?!?
More than enough. Always enough.
My new mantra came to me today as I was driving through the sunshine and the beautiful fall colours of the Niagara Escarpment on my way to a lunch date with my girlfriend, Cheryl.
As I drove through the splendour of fall, my mantra literally downloaded into my consciousness. And, at that very moment I felt a rush of joy so big and so wonderful my eyes stung with the beauty of it. And I realized that I have never felt more abundant, alive, and on purpose than I do at this very moment!
More than enough. Always enough.
An extraordinary Friday indeed! 🙂
I’m back in Toronto this morning for a workshop and have another little Toronto tid-bit that I just have to share.
I am a people watcher. There is just something about observing people that really fascinates me. One of my favourite places to indulge in my little passion is on the downtown streets of Toronto when all the daily commuters are out in full force.
And I see it all.
I see people who are exhausted, beautifully dressed, surly, happy, rushing, chatting with fellow commuters, talking incessantly on the phone, checking texts and e-mails with alarming frequency, buying coffee and going about their weekday lives.
One of my favourite types to watch is the beautifully dressed and uber-professional executives. They just look so important and so serious I often find myself wondering who the man or woman is beneath that stony exterior.
This morning, I got a little glimpse.
As I walked north on Bay Street past the subway, I became aware of a very well-dressed man in his mid-thirties walking briskly ahead of me. Perfectly groomed, sleek-looking suit and tie, cuff links, expensive shoes, and a gorgeous briefcase in one hand. Everything about him spoke power, prestige and dominance. And, that feeling of inaccessibility that often goes along with this personality type.
That is, until I looked in the other hand.
My heart just melted when I realized that the box he was carrying was full of Girl Guide cookies. And, suddenly, rather than the ball-busting exec, I got to see him as the devoted father who would be willing to sell his little girl’s cookies at work.
I find it truly extraordinary to be gifted these charming glimpses of life and love and family as I go about the business of my own day. And recognizing that these doses of deep human connection truly feed my soul.
…what the heck did I do with all my time before I had kids?
I’m going to work tomorrow for a break! 🙂
I have fallen head-over-heels for my Crock Pot!
I know, I know, not very sexy, right?!?
There is just something so wonderful about throwing all kinds of fresh and yummy ingredients into my Crock Pot in the morning and having dinner perfectly cooked for me eight hours later.
My Crock Pot relationship has always been tepid at best. However, we have really ‘turned up the heat’ since I started experimenting with vegan cooking. At the moment, I have a quinoa and red lentil stew slowly bubbling away on my counter and filling the house with a mouth-watering aroma.
Just gotta share my recipe.
As with all my recipes, I have combined a few to come up with this version. I am still tweaking so this might not be the final version but I couldn’t wait to share. I like to serve it on a bed of chopped raw kale.
Crock Pot Quinoa Red Lentil Stew
Just before serving, add salt & pepper to taste and remove the bay leaf
I caught a 6:12 bus this morning headed for Toronto to do some coaching before my 9:00 workshop.
After arriving in the Big Smoke, I made my usual stop at Starbucks for a big cup of tea. As I stood at the counter waiting for my tea (which seemed to take an inordinate amount of time) I had to giggle to myself as men of all ages, shapes and sizes strolled up to the counter to place their orders.
Am I the only one at King and Yonge who thinks it’s funny to hear these Conservative business-suited men confidently asking for; “a tall blonde?”
I mean, really!?!
A busy Sunday night when your husband is in Seattle and you are leaving for work at 6:00am the following morning…
What do you do?
You call your mom for backup!
What would I do without my mom?
Here is what mom has done tonight;
Really…what would I do without my mom?
I love you Mommers! xo:)