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Good morning!  I love you and…


We are in the depths of High Holy days for so many world religious and spiritual traditions.  This is a time when we can touch and express the best within us; we become the blessings of and for this world.  And so I would like to leave you with my favourite prayer of all time.  May it bless you.

May you know peace.  May you be at peace.  May you be peace.

Peace.  And so, so much love.


ps.  It’s been a joy sending these out to you!  xo

The Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

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Good morning!  I love you and…


Standing on the back of our toilet during the holiday season is a spindly little fake tree based on the Christmas tree in A Charlie Brown Christmas.  In the movie, Charlie Brown, who was entrusted with the job of finding the perfect Christmas tree, couldn’t help but fall in love with the saddest, weakest tree on the lot.  Touch it and this tree, barely more than a branch, would drop needles.  It was hardly what his friends were asking for but it’s certainly what Charlie Brown brought home.  Charlie Brown’s heart could see the value in that little tree.  He could see beyond the surface to what was lovable in the seemingly unlovable.

You too are lovable in the seemingly unlovable.  All those parts of yourself that you’ve tucked away into boxes and dark corners never change your inherent beauty or value as a living part of this breathtaking Universe.  You are here and you are meant to be here.  Just like that tree, may you come across a living Charlie Brown (or 2…or 3 million) who looks past what you think is unacceptable, who wraps you in unconditional love and brings you home.

You belong.

And I love you!


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Good morning!  I love you and…


The word “sanctuary” has many meanings, one of which is “a place of refuge and protection”.  Cats are some of the finest teachers of this point.  Recently my cat, Jerry, who lives with my mother, has taken to completely disappearing.  One day I feared he had made his way out the front door when I went checking for mail.  A solid shake of the treat container and Jerold appeared, seemingly out of thin air.

The other day Mum emailed me to tell me she had discovered his current hiding place.  There on the second level of a metal storage shelf, snuggled in amongst summer duvets and studio paraphernalia, lay Jerry.  Cuddled into one of the darkest, quietest rooms of the house, Jerry could just let go.  Nobody was poking and proding at him.  He didn’t have to compete for space with Ivan, the other cat.  Here in this hidey hole Jerold felt completely safe and held.

Jerold in his sanctuary

Do you have a place like this?  A place where your shoulders instantly drop and you can finally take some rich, full breaths?  A place where you can be you, completely and beautifully you?  I hope you do.  If not, have a look at the picture at the top of the page.  That’s one of my sanctuaries and I’m more than happy to share it with you. Can you imagine yourself there?  Can you hear the water?  Can you let the space stretch out under your skin and into your bones? Can you feel the warmth of the sun on you?  And how about the taste of whatever wonderfulness is in that mug?  Let it fill you up.  Let’s breathe it all in together…or alone.  Whatever you need.  It is there.

Have a gorgeous day!

I love you,


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Good morning!  I love you and…


Once when I was on retreat I went for a solitary walk of the grounds.  It was a silent retreat and it had been a while since we had spoken (or read, or written) a word.  Sounds and colours become so much more crisp when your voice has been silent for a while.  We were learning to drop down into a deeper place, connecting with each other in different ways.

Along the way I heard the sharp whistle of a chickadee.  Suddenly this adorable puff of feathers fluttered out from the shelter of the trees and stood on a branch looking at me.  In that moment, something came over me, something I cannot explain.  It’s like I was cracked open and could feel everything with my heart.  In that moment I really understood that I was seen.  I wasn’t the only one doing the seeing.  The birds saw me.  The grasshoppers and crickets.  The deer.  The blades of grass and trees and cat tails, in their own ways.  Right there on the path, with the tiny black eye of the chickadee on me, I knew that all of creation saw me.  What I perceived was also perceiving me.

Those times when you feel small, inconsequential, even invisible, know that you are seen.  The entire Universe knows you’re there and feels you.  You absolutely belong.

Have a most gorgeous day!



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Good morning!  I love you and….


I came home the other day and saw a rust and black coloured caterpillar hanging on the brick by the front door.  It’s December!  What in god’s name is a caterpillar doing there?  Not wanting to interfere with Nature and thinking maybe the poor thing was already dead, I went inside, but I couldn’t shake the image of the little creature on the brick.  A few hours later I went outside to see if it was still there but it was gone.  I doubt very much it was eaten so it must have inched its way along to……..Where does a caterpillar go in December in Ontario?  I had to marvel at its resilience, at the strength of its life force that it could survive and move along in the darkest and coldest of days.

We’re like that too.  We have that same strength that allows us to put one foot in front of the other when things are heavy and scary.  The next time you think you just can’t do it one…more…time…think of that fuzzy little caterpillar.  Remind yourself of the deep well of resilience that rests within you and inch along the best you can.  You can do it.  I believe in you.

And I love you too!

Have a marvellous, magical day!


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Hi everyone,

A while ago it became apparent that one of my beloved friends was having a really hard time.  There are times when it feels like there’s not much we can do to support someone we love.  We know they’re suffering and we want to take that suffering away, but most times we’re helpless.  From this helpless place I decided to send her something every day that reminded her I was there and that I loved her.  I hoped they were little seeds of joy or wonder that might help keep her head above water.  I started calling them the “Good morning, I love you”s because that’s how I open every message.  I wonder if many of us could use a “Good morning, I love you,” message every day.
This thought was in my head one day when the “12 Days of Christmas” came on.  It seemed lovely that someone was given a gift every day leading to Christmas.
VOILA!  The Good Morning, I Love You series was born.
Starting Dec 13 to Dec 24, I will send out little “Good Morning.  I love you.” notes.  Consider them nuggets of goodness that are dropped along your way to the holidays.  Maybe they’re inspiration.  Maybe they give you something to think about.  I hope they always remind you that someone “out there” is thinking about you and is sending you love.
Always wishing you the best,

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Thanks to C. Langdon for the picture.

Kerri loves Christmas.  Specifically, she loves Christmas lights.  There are never enough lights.  Every year the collection increases.  Every year, although it seems impossible that there’s space, new lights are added.  Kerri’s thinking is lovely and admirable:  It’s such a dreary time of year and a difficult one for many.  Lights are bright and cheery and uplifting.  Her hope is that the display brings brightness to people’s hearts.

About 3 weeks ago we began wrapping that blue tree in the front.  As I was circling round and round like a mule strapped to a grist mill, a woman was walking down the road.  She stopped in front of the house and said, “You do such a lovely job every year.  You don’t understand.  When I have difficulty sleeping, I come to the front window and watch your lights for a while.  They’re so lovely.”

If not for that brief and brave encounter, who would have known?

You are the Light in somebody’s life whether you know it or not.  Whether you meant to be or not.  That time you held the door for someone.  Or paid for their snacks in the grocery line.  Or handed them a tissue on the subway.  Or stepped out of the way to let them pass.  Or smiled.  Or simply made eye contact.  That one seemingly inconsequential thing has stayed in somebody’s heart, and they pull it out on rough, dark days so they can feel uplifted.  Our ability to impact others goes beyond spending hours together holding hands and pouring out our hearts.  Usually it’s the simple things.  The tiny things.  The utterly unspoken things.  These things that we don’t even remember help people’s lives, blessed be.

You, my friend, are the Light.

May you be blessed by so…much…Love,



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