Only Heaven Knows [redux]

I haven't seen Angela since last summer, when she came home to Toronto for a visit. She's been living in Italy for a year now, with Leo and Daphne, and I miss them almost as much as I miss her.


It's nice to have a friend in Rome, though. One day, I hope to do that "when in Rome" thing for real.

In the mean time, she sends me email. The lovely, flaky sorts of email one might expect to receive from a friend who is a Life Coach. Here's the latest:

"Dedicated to all the beautiful women in my life and the wonderful men that love, support and cherish them. I invite you to explore which numbers really speak to you.

My promise for the world is:

By 2025, I promise each and every person's contribution is recognized, honored and flourishing in a playful world where dreams are fulfilled.

A Peaceful and Joyous World filled with Miracles."

Now, normally I would dismiss such schmaltz, but today, I'm posting Angela's message here, with the link to the terribly hokey movie, and dedicating it to my best friend Kay, who was just promoted to assistant vice president of her bank. I think she should count every single one of those rungs on the ladder to success she's climbed, and be very, very proud of them.