There is more to my Montreal story than was written in that last article; Listen to the Universe. Here’s the story: Long ago and far away, when people drove the original VW Beetle, when cell phones had not yet been conceived, even in imagination and seat belts, (what seat belts?)…
We planned a trip to Montreal, specifically a girl’s time away; noshing on croissants and bagels, shopping in Old Montreal, a fancy, dress-up dinner at an upscale restaurant. Not to mention Montreal on the heels of Leonard Cohen’s passing. There was something kind of romantic and poetic about the whole…
A quick addendum to that last post, Clearing Bad Energy. There was one little trick I did pass on to my friend and that was to write a letter. Write a letter (never meaning to send) to that person, who you feel has hurt you or done you wrong. Just…
