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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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I had a dream the other morning where I was meeting with a colleague to discuss future Yoga classes.  The meeting was taking place at her condo, the condo where I teach my classes in real life.  A friend of mine used to live there and always said it was like living in a hotel.  Indeed I can understand why she felt that way.  The lobby is bright and airy.  There is a main lounge area flanked by a trickling wall fountain.  There are pillars.  There are fake plants.  There are people buzzing about, waiting in line to receive packages and make endless demands of the front desk staff.  It is alive and vibrant and esthetically pleasing.  And so it was in my dream.

Having met in this grand space, my colleague and I made our way up to her suite.  Stepping inside, my heart skipped a beat from what I saw.  The space was tiny.  The kitchen was so cramped that D. had to place her fridge in her living room.  A second fridge, a falling apart relic from the 1960s, stood up against another wall in the living room.  I couldn’t imagine being in the midst of cooking a meal and having to walk into a whole other room to get what I needed.  The floor was tiled in beaten up, grey industrial vinyl made to look like marble but failing miserably.  The kitchen counters were an homage to 1980s dusty rose.  And what was supposed to be a breakfast bar was so small it could barely support the smallest of toaster ovens.  No one could eat there.  No one could be nourished there.  It struck me as the kind of place you’d want to escape from as quickly as possible, a heartbreaker for me who has spent so many fine days of her life in her Grandmother’s kitchen, the heart of the home.

Sitting in the living room on D.’s sagging couch I wondered whether she slept there as well or if there was a bedroom hidden down the dark, dreary corridor to my left.  I sat in quiet shock.  The suite couldn’t be any more opposite to the grandeur of the front lobby.  What was hidden was shabby and definitely in need of nurturance.

All day the image of the contrast between the lobby and the suite stuck with me.  It was too vivid for me to think it was anything other than a message.  What was the dream trying to tell me?  What did it mean?  The answer did not take long to come.

Although there’s always room for growth, I am generally very good at caring for my body.  I’ve got the herbs and the particular diet going.  The morning routine that takes hours to complete, beginning with tongue scraping and ending with my morning practice.  I move this body, cleanse this body, take it to the doctor, the dentist, the Ayurvedic practitioner.  On the surface all is well, but dig a little deeper and we find that I am absolute shit at caring for my mind and soul.  Beyond the level of the body, things have grown tired and worn.  There is neglect.  There is a sense of stuckness in the past.  There are little bits and pieces of things taken from this time of life and attached to that time of life, but there is no updated cohesive whole.  Who am I?

When was the last time I took care of myself in a deep way?  When did I spend more than a few fleeting moments reading texts that uplift my Spirit?  When did I last pick up the pen to write?  When was my last blog post?  How about visual art?  And any movement other than Yoga?  How about fostering those friendships?  Not much of that going on either. Seeing this, I am able to make some necessary changes.  Realization is relief.

We are not meant to be bodies alone.  We have deep inner environments that need as much care as the surface.  What good are we if we forget to grow the soul, if we don’t know how to channel the mind?

And how many of us are walking around like glistening, empty shells?

How are you doing, in a deep way, beyond the surface?  Are you truly getting what you need?  Do you feel a deep, abiding peace?  A connection with the wider picture?  Or have your windows become dirt encrusted and unable to open?  What small steps can you take to invite some more sunshine into your world?  Do you know what your soul needs?  When was the last time you asked?  😉

May we all come to notice when parts of our Selves are starving and in need of our care and attention.  May we have the courage to act on that information, to nurture ourselves on all levels.  May we live lives beyond the surface that shine from the depths of Divine connection.  May we be happy and whole and well.

May it be so.

All my Love,


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