DANCING WITH DANIEL
by Joanna Manning
Kensington Market in Toronto where I live often provides me with serendipitous sacred visitations from angels or prophets. Some of these emissaries from God have a clear message. Then there are others whose state of intoxication ,or mental confusion, prompts them to lament or declaim their solutions for the state of the world to the random crowd of shoppers heedless of their anguish.