I thoroughly enjoyed watching Prince Harry marry Meghan Markle last weekend. The simplicity of her dress, the choir singing Stand By Me, the award-winning teen cellist who was invited to perform at the ceremony, the heartfelt preacher, the fascinators, the palpable love, the handpicked flowers, the booming cheers from the crowds, the strong mothers who helped lead the bride and groom to that moment. I laughed and cried and clapped like it was my own family wedding. Continue reading
This may sound crazy, but I feel like I’ll be watching a family wedding this weekend.
I was 9 years old when I watched Diana get married. And I was 25 years old when I watched her funeral.
I will never forget seeing her two boys walking behind her casket. Especially Harry. Only 12 years old. Continue reading
I can’t imagine what it would be like to be born into a life where your path was already cut out for you. And the world was watching from your very first minute. To be born into the royal family.
Lady Diana joined later in life so she was able to bring a different view to the royal path. In doing so, she raised her boys to see that they were human before they were royal. She showed them how to lead with their heart and make a difference to those in need. Continue reading
An excerpt from my book, The Treasure You Seek, highlighting the Invictus Games happening in Toronto this coming week. May we cheer on these epic heroes who are inspiring us all.
May 4, 2016
The captain of my soul
Prince Harry was a soldier fighting on the front lines in Afghanistan. When the media got word of this and shared it, he was forced to come home and leave his fellow soldiers behind. It would have made it more dangerous for everyone if he’d stayed. But it devastated him to go.
On the flight home, he saw a soldier’s coffin being loaded onto the plane.
Harry said, “Once in the air, I stuck my head through the curtain to see three British soldiers, really young lads, much younger than me at the time, laid out on stretchers in induced comas. All three wrapped in plastic, missing limbs, with tubes coming out of them everywhere. It struck me that this was just one flight of many carrying home men and women whose lives would be changed forever. And some who had made the ultimate sacrifice.”
It got him thinking. How could he do something to help these heroes live the new life they would be living, to help them feel valued and validated?
And the Invictus Games were born. This is an opportunity for wounded soldiers to find a new meaning in life after being injured. To pour their energy into competing against others just like them. To fuel their soul.
The second annual Invictus Games starts shortly in Orlando, and the third Invictus Games will be in Toronto in 2017.
William Ernest Henley said in his poem “Invictus”: “It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”
Being the captain of your soul is the ultimate goal in life: to have a purpose and to put one foot in front of the other with that purpose in mind.
Harry’s creative solution has changed lives and given our heroes their power back. What can we do to make a difference in our own lives and in the lives of those around us? How can we be the master of our own fate?