many monks , buddhist monks, remind us to let go of the past. Turly, it more and more appears like a dream to me. Something a very long time ago. That was pleasant but sad all along. And beautiful and lonely.

And full of snow in the depth of winter and hot hot sun in the summer. These days, I never listen to quebec french music that much. Tiny itsy bit only.

what a dream our childhood turn out as in the end. Like this whole life will appear just as a dream when I die.

If reincarnations exist, this time I spent in quebec , loving it so deeply in my bone for a long time, will have turned out to have been very very quick and tiny, in the eternity of my rebirths. Yet each moment is as important as the next throughout our lives.Living in the present, says every bikkhus and bikkhunis and khenpos and lamas, is the key to awareness and mindfulness. And practicing non attachment.

Maybe sometimes it is only about letting go of our past. While being grateful for what we discovered during that past time. Everything is so fleeting and impermanent, that the best way is simply to let go of attachments and live in the now. amen. May I be peaceful and all my loved ones too. Om mani peme hung