Sometimes life can change very fast. And, sometimes, if you're open to a little trust, that change can be wonderful. What do you do when you meet a group of people unlike any you have encountered before, when you least expect it? I came here to look at a cabin I inherited from a long lost uncle, figure out how much it's worth, then put it on the market. Maybe financial gain could perk up my life. The marriage was over, the children had moved out, and questions of, 'what's it all about?' were making my peaceful moments few and far between. But now, everything has changed; I'm keeping the cabin, the beautiful woods and shrouded trails, the morning visits from thankful crows and peaceful bunny rabbits. I'm moving here, giving up my city life and casting my fate to friendly winds. I've spread Uncle Hunter's ashes under a full lit mystic moon, listened to howling huskies pay a chilling tribute, and heard stories of magic dragonflies. A biker gypsy-guru has taken me under her wing and taught me to ride, and she is psychoanalyzing the past right out of me. She's told me that, 'If things are happening fast...it's very much meant to be'. And my intriguing neighbour, he once died on the seafloor off Scotland; saw his own dead body and heard a voice, now he lives his life just the way he wants. This winter, he's going to help me build kitchen cabinets...and yes, I think I may be in love with him. His best friend astral projects, and his best friend's wife wants to regress me to lives I've lived before, to help me find out who I really am. They all talk about souls and egos and see connections all around - expect good things to happen...and they do. Mysticism and spirituality. Irish monks and hermits. Music, motorcycles and romance. What more could I want? Life is closer; it's all more real - all more free. Then everything goes wrong, it may even be my fault, but I'm told it's not. Life has gone wrong before, but this time I have friends. Can I choose to trust? Can I choose...not to be alone?