Happiness is a Warm Fire on a Wet Night

The night is wet and cold but I am curled up on a soft yellow sofa. Bright orange flames are licking their way up the teepee of logs in my fireplace.  I’m thinking that happiness is made of this, a warm fire on a wet night, the smell of a roast in the oven, the...

Who's Afraid of a Little Red Sofa?

Who’s afraid of a little red sofa? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself this week. For the past twelve years I’ve owned a yellow sofa purchased at Ikea. I loved it from the first moment I saw it and bought it on the spot. It was...

Honoured Guest

I am an honoured guest and I must confess that it’s a title I could get used to. I’m visiting the family of my friend Lois, staying in the Dundas room, named for the picture on the wall and the point of my origin. The room has been lovingly prepared for my...

We Begin at Home

“Make your house a home where love lives.” That what’s the invitation said. So I trundled into Toronto to the Saturday afternoon workshop given by Sara Brown Crowder. Sara and I have known each other for years, in a friend of a friend kind of way. We...

Clean Dream

This weekend Lydia and I drove to Lenox, Massachusetts to attend a workshop with SARK, author of such books as Making Your Creative Dreams Real and Change Your Life Without Getting Out of Bed. Some of my current dreams are to write a book, perform a one-woman show,...