A few weeks ago, I had no intention of making this trip to Montreal a spiritual journey. I simply needed to help my daughter move from her student residence to an apartment. But as I pondered the timing of it all—my overstuffed to-do list, a petrified foster puppy, and a sense of resistance—I began to see it differently. Perhaps this was more than just a logistical task; perhaps this was a call for a soul quest I had not yet recognized. I decided to surrender to the journey, knowing that something bigger was awaiting me.