Hockey Mom

Canadian HockeySimon is out of town at the moment so I am hockey mom tonight.

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 inΒ a cold arena…isn’t it extraordinary how much Canada loves its hockey?!?


333Today is post #333.

I have been writing for 333 straight days!

I absolutely love the number 3.

And today…I have 3 of them!

Extraordinary! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

My New Mantra

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 thanΒ I do at this very moment!

MagicAnd there is so much more on its way;

  • More fun
  • More love
  • More laughter
  • More peace
  • More joy
  • More money
  • More abundance
  • More balance
  • More play
  • More prosperity
  • More bliss
  • More attraction
  • More manifesting
  • More happiness
  • More of the work I LOVE so much
  • More creativity
  • More passion
  • More appreciation
  • More magic
  • More connection
  • More fulfillment
  • More energy
  • More health
  • More fitness
  • More wellness

More than enough. Always enough.

An extraordinary Friday indeed! πŸ™‚


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.