Do you want to hear a story?

Jul 28, 2015 by

Good morning!

August is nearly here, and it seems that there is an awful lot going on in this world. In the spirit of sending you all some love, I have decided to do my own little August gift.

When I was little, one of my favourite things in the world was being read to. I remember my Dad reading us The Hobbit and my Mom reading us Charlotte’s Web. I remember Anne of Green Gables and Dragon on Parade and many many more books. Being read to was safe, it was cozy, and most of all, it was magical. This morning I thought about how much I wanted to give you all something magical, and suddenly it all made perfect sense: how would you like have me read you a story?

I am so excited to announce that starting Monday, August 3, and then every week day until the end of the book, I will be sharing a chapter of my novel Unfurl here on my blog. I’m hoping that you will give yourself the gift of curling up whenever you have time, letting yourself be read to, and feeling loved.

Sending you and yours so much love,








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Never Return

Jul 26, 2015 by

Each moment in life is unrepeatable and sacred. ~David Harkins.


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There is a very popular quote making the rounds on Pinterest and the like right now: “Quit your job, buy a ticket, get a tan, fall in love, never return.” You can buy it on t-shirts and key chains, you can ‘pin it’ in a dozen different forms.

We did it. We did it all. We were already in love, so we did it a bit out of order, but we did it.

But the big flaw in that plan, the thing that didn’t make it onto the t-shirt, is what happens next?

In any of your wildest dreams, what do you plan to do after you never return?

That’s the plan you need. That’s the magic. Believe it or not, a perpetual holiday can be extremely disempowering.

I spent the day yesterday creating a completely from-my-heart offering that will be on my website in August. There was a lot of uploading and cut and pasting and very little glitter and actual writing, but at the end of the day I felt better – more my mySELF – than I have in ages. When my husband got home, he even commented on how happy I seemed.

For the first time since arriving here, I spent the whole day on my art. I felt strong. I felt connected. I felt powerful.

And it felt better than being on any beach.

Go. Do your art. Get connected. Feel powerful. Never return.






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Angels Riding Shotgun

Jun 22, 2015 by

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I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 18, and then it was only because a new system was coming in that meant it could take up to three years to get a ‘proper’ licence. So I got one.

The day I got my permit, my Dad and I practiced in the parking lot of Portage Place mall. Convinced I was ready, he coached me out onto the road to home. Within 5 minutes I had hit a squirrel. Within 10 minutes I had hit a rabbit. Within 15, a raccoon had also gone under the wheels. I am not making this up. I remember apologising to them in my head while trying to keep calm enough to drive.

It has been a love-hate relationship ever since.

My other car exploits have found me: once stranded on the side of an icy cottage road for hours, once with a chest bruised so badly I couldn’t sit up or cut my own meat at Thanksgiving dinner, and once (my favourite) strapped to a spinal-board. (And my friend has just reminded me that I have also been submerged in a car. Submerged!!) I wasn’t driving all of those times, but all of them had an impact on me (pardon the pun).

When I moved to the UK and found out I would have to take a test to drive a manual car, it just made sense to me that I simply wouldn’t drive while I was in the UK. So I didn’t. For 17 years. I did drive whenever I was in Canada, but mostly that was daytime, summertime, straight-line driving. There are no roundabouts in Canada and no single lanes with ‘passing places’ surrounded by eight-foot hedges. What I was afraid of was driving in another country.

The trouble is that if you stop doing something because you are afraid of it, it gets bigger and scarier and more powerful.

Fast forward to the day we moved to Costa Rica. Many of the roads here are hairy, to say the least, and the drivers like to pass – a lot – whenever they feel like it. I knew I was going to have to drive, but I put it off for nearly two months, and I thought maybe I could do that forever.

Then my husband got really sick, and over the days he was sick, we quickly ran out of everything, until I was in danger of becoming a very bad wife. He needed ginger-ale and some sort of food and I knew I needed to go to the market, but the thought of doing it led me to the edge of a panic attack. My fear of driving had become its own energy, and it was big and scary and stood in my way, but that morning it was me or it, and I had to choose me.

So I put on my bravest t-shirt, armed myself with a couple of crystals, and I even went so far as to ask the Archangel Michael (naturally) to ride shotgun with me. Because if you are going to be afraid, it helps to call in the big guns.

And then I drove to the market. And I was fine. In fact, once I was behind the wheel and doing it, it got less and less scary, and I went from being afraid to being just a little bit proud of myself.

Fear is funny, and just like a leap of faith, it is all relative. Quitting my job and moving to Costa Rica? No problem. Driving 15 minutes down the road for ginger ale? Big Problem – or at least I thought it was. But fear is like anything, it was only as big and scary as I had given it permission to be. And now I am left just a little bit sad that I let it control me for so long.

But the best part is that now I know how to deal with fear: suit up, power up, and ask the angels to ride shotgun.

Just like a superhero.




Pure Life

Jun 19, 2015 by

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After an overwhelming beginning, in the past few weeks we have begun to emerge from our cave. And just like everything else in Costa Rica, when we opened up a little, life rushed up to meet us. Opportunities appeared and magic happened. We’ve been house hunting and property hunting and meeting builders and retreat planning, and that’s only a partial list!

One of the many lessons that this time in Costa Rica has taught me is that the use of our time is a choice. It would be really easy to sit here, margarita in hand, and waste our days.

But we wanted to make a life that we never needed a holiday from, not a life that was a perpetual holiday. And whether that happens or not is completely up to us.

Having no stuff, no television, a slightly uncomfortable house and no social life has really meant that we’ve been faced with ourselves. And I have had to decide who I want to be and how I want to spend my time. And it has become very clear.

What I want to do is write ~ for you. I want to write stories and blog posts that come straight from my heart. I want to focus on the magical and the whimsical and the Pura Vida – the Pure Life – that we are a part of, no matter where we live or what we are doing. It’s what I know for sure: that life is happening in every single moment, and that the magic is there if we choose to see it.

So as with all of the other things in my life, changes are afoot here. Look for a new website, more stories and my very-soon-to-be-announced ‘The Holy Yes’ retreat, hopefully happening in Costa Rica in November.

In the meantime we’ll be in Canada soaking up time with family, eating baked goods until we can’t eat any more (we’ve only had two gas burners for the past three months. My husband has gone into serious oven withdrawal), and dreaming of the next phase of this adventure.

As always, sending you so much love,






P.S. If you are interested in knowing more about my upcoming retreat, just send me an email. I’d love to tell you about what I am cooking up.


Living in a Land of Butterflies and Pancakes

Jun 4, 2015 by

“If the only prayer you say in your whole life is ‘thank you,’ that would suffice.”  ~ Meister Eckhart


pancakes meghan gengeThe day-before-yesterday wasn’t fun. Well, it started out fun, but in the middle it was truly disgusting and smelly and darn right mouldy.

But I’m not going to tell you that story.

Some days here have been easier than others. There have been lots of non-human house invaders, personal challenges, and even a week of gastroenteritis. (For two people and one bathroom without walls, that was a real adventure!)

But I’m not going to tell you that story either.

We have left the known and landed in a world of the unknown. Every day something requires us to pay attention. And you know, it would be so easy to get lost in the hard.

I know someone who is lost in the hard. They believe that life is hard, that it is never going to go their way, and that the universe is out to get them. I know they believe this because they say it all out loud every single time I talk to them. They have said it so much that they actually can’t see all of the blessings that are in their life.

That is their story.

In the past when I have been focusing on the positive, the light, or the hope, I have attracted people who seemed to think that it would help me if they gave me ‘practical’ advice. They have seen my choice to see the positive side as proof that I am being naive or that I haven’t thought things through. They have felt the need to manage my expectations, or tell me the facts, or in some way bring me back to reality.

The reality is that I am now a fully-fledged grown-up. A grown-up who has a choice.

The day-before-yesterday wasn’t fun. But yesterday was.

Let me tell you that story!

Yesterday started with home-made chocolate chip pancakes. Yesterday held a two-hour laugh-filled conversation over the magical waves with a soul-sister. Yesterday had a storm that shook our house, and a hummingbird that hovered just outside of our window, staring at us eye-to-eye for a full minute. Yesterday held howler monkeys and the smell of a damp tropical jungle. Yesterday had butterflies.

I may not tell you the whole story about our life here, but I will tell you the story of our magical adventure. Because I believe that the more I tell any story, the truer it becomes.

So please don’t think I don’t see the mould or the dark or the hard, because believe me, I do. But when it comes down to it, we all have a choice in what story we tell. You can choose to see whatever you want to see. And my practice – every day – is in choosing to find the blessings.

So yes, it is sunny in my world. It’s rainy too. And it’s magical and intense and my ability to wonder is going into overdrive.

In my story, I live in a land of butterflies and pancakes.

And I’m good with that.





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