Y’all, I went with the flow, and it took me where I needed to go. Considering how I regularly preach my personal brand of spiritual surrender (a mish-mash of things said by far wiser people than myself), it seems only fair to keep you abreast of the results in my personal life.

The majority of my favorite Montrealers are from away. When questioned about this, it took me a minute, but I came up with what I believe to be true: transplants to our fair city come here because they love the variety of Laid Back and World Class that we have to offer.

As you know, I generally like to say (or try to say) something profound in my essays. I like to bring the personal to the point of universality, and then shrink it back down to a pocket sized concept you can integrate into your life. In reality though, sometimes the real life shit closes down the uh, Idea Station, and my train of thought goes elsewhere.

I've been stressed lately. Yes, some actual things have been pressing on me, but as is my MO, I've been more stressed than need be. My brain is a particularly shitty place to be when stressed (I’m sure you can relate), and it didn't take long for my intrusive daytime thoughts to slip and slide into my dreams.

Faith is wild. We usually take the word as being part and parcel with religion. We call people at church the faithful and those who stand outside the non-believers, but faith encompasses so much more than that.

Vulnerability is a sensitive topic. I've been thinking a lot about it lately, and as is so often the case, once something is in your mind’s eye, you catch glimpses of it everywhere.

I don't have a bucket list. This is weird because my notes app is an overfilled bulletin board of lists and half thoughts, sometimes a list of half thoughts with a plan to do more with each of them. But a bucket list is a different beast.

On a cosmic scale, I believe we're all incredible miracle-souls who deserve not only survival, but glorious abundance, and sustained joy.