Evie and Olaf

My beautiful little niece, Evie, celebrated her 3rd birthday today. It has been a day of fun, celebration and the complete and absolute delight that goes along with a three-year-old.

FrozenI called my sister-in-law earlier in the week to ask what Evie would like for her birthday. I was not at all surprised to hear that an Elsa doll was at the top of the list. Evie is absolutely entranced with the movie Frozen. She knows all the dialogue, sings every song and spends countless hours a day playing imaginative games as either Anna or Elsa (or both). And anyone that plays with her is directed as to which character they will be and what they should be doing.


When I was at Toys r Us the other day, I had the best time shopping for my adorable niece. I was thrilled to find the Elsa doll that she wanted and chose some beautiful pink paper and a sweet birthday card. I decided that I wanted to add a little something to Evie’s gift so I grabbed a stuffed Olaf. What I didn’t realize until I got up to the cash resister is that Olaf is a talking stuffy. Oh well, I figured, it’s not coming to my house. And, I figured that my brother and sister-in-law would eventually forgive me.

When we had the birthday party this afternoon, Evie was very happy with her Elsa doll and absolutely over-the-moon with Olaf. She pushed the button over and over and giggled with absolute delight each and every time his voice drifted into the party.

There is just nothing more extraordinary than a young child standing knee-deep in joy!

Happy birthday my darling Evie! xo:)Olaf



Legacy of Beauty

I do not have a green thumb. And I am not a gardener.

I think the only true gardener I have ever known is my beloved sister-in-law, Tamara. She and my brother live in Vancouver and I absolutely love to visit them in the summer because we get to enjoy the delicious bounty of Tamara’s hard work and sincere love of the earth. It is so cute the way she will send one of the kids out to pick cherry tomatoes or dig up potatoes or harvest green beans for dinner.

And, freshly grown food is so delicious that it almost defies description.

Backyard GardeningAs much as I love the idea of growing our own food, I just don’t have the motivation to move beyond the romantic notion.

I do, however, love flowers and enjoy a little bit of weeding and planting every so often. My all-time favourite flower is the rose. And, especially, the soft pink ones.

We moved into this house a year ago this month. I was delighted last summer to discover that, with absolutely no effort on my part, we had roses. And, not just any old roses, we had pink roses with a heavenly scent! Last summer I always kept a single rose on the dining room table in a beautiful little crystal bud vase.

What I did not know, until this past Saturday night, is how our beautiful roses actually came to be.

The party we were at last Saturday night was also attended by a couple who used to live next door to our house. And so, over a glass of red wine, I had the privilege of hearing a little bit of history of our house.

Pink RoseThis house was owned by an old Lithuanian couple, and the husband, Vic, was an avid gardener and a lover of roses. Apparently, he used to spend hours upon hours tending his beloved roses and, when his wife became to ill to join him in the garden, he would set up a chair for her so that she could watch him at work. Apparently, everyone in the neighbourhood knew Vic for his roses and, on Monday morning, my friend sent me an adorable picture of his young son standing on a ladder helping Vic with some pruning.

After hearing about Vic and his roses on Saturday night, I decided that I needed to spend some time on Sunday tending to Vic’s legacy. So, with some heavy gardening gloves and long shears that I dug out of the garage, I ventured into the wonderful world of Vic’s roses. I cut back dead branches, cleared out fall leaves and carefully pruned.

And, as I did so, I felt a connection to the man who came here before me and left such a perfectly beautiful gift.

I find it extraordinary to think that there are things that I am ‘planting‘ in my life that I will never truly understand the impact of. And connections that I am making with people that I will never meet in this lifetime.

We all leave a legacy of some kind behind us. Isn’t it amazing to think that Vic’s legacy of beauty will return every spring and thrive each and every summer?

Well, that’s my little bit of extraordinary for a humid Wednesday night in June! 🙂photo



Carolina in my Mind

I know I am at risk of sounding like a broken record but…I love my work! I absolutely love delivering workshops, designing workshops, coaching and running the day-to-day of my business. On a workshop delivery day, I bounce out of bed at 4:50am, delight in donning my ‘big girl clothes’ and board the 6:20am GoBus with a smile in my heart.

This morning, however, was a different story. This morning I dragged myself out of bed after a restless night of sleep and pulled myself through my morning routine. When Simon dropped me at the bus in the cold and dark morning, all I could think was; ‘I just want to be at home.’ When I got on the bus I felt deflated and kind of sad and it wasn’t long before I realized that I was feeling homesick. I wanted to be tucked up at home having a quiet morning with my family. I did not want to be on a dark and quiet bus with a bunch of sleeping strangers heading into the Big Smoke.

By the time I got off the bus at Union Station the sun, thankfully, had risen, so life was starting to look a little brighter. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI was heading to College and Bay and decided the walk would do me good so I headed down into the PATH. I coached myself as I walked and reminded myself that I love what I do and that I feel privileged to be living such a rewarding and exhilarating professional life. And as I walked I began to feel the homesickness releasing its grip and my day beginning to unfold.

Just as I was starting to feel better I hit the Eaton Centre and as I walked by the Food Court I was met with the melodious magic of James Taylor’s ‘Carolina in my Mind’. I absolutely love James Taylor’s voice, his music and his lyrics and as I walked I just couldn’t help but sing along. And I didn’t just sing under my breath, I really sang out with gusto. And as I sang I felt as if James was walking right there beside me with a smile in his heart as he serenaded my morning blues away.

I sang all the way to College and Bay and by the time I arrived at my destination I feel utterly transformed. I had a wonderful day of training at CIBC. I connected, I played, I laughed and I lived the work I love so thoroughly. And I was able to do that because James Taylor had been sent with such exquisite serendipity for me this morning.

I am always amazed at the power of music to transform mood, to shape space, to warm the soul and to remind me of the sheer power of love.

And so, a big and loving thank you goes out to all the brilliant musicians out there who make the music that transforms me, inspires me and makes my heart sing out so loudly and so resonantly!

Ain’t no doubt in noone’s mind that love’s the finest thing around…’