Tucked away along Toronto's eclectic Ossington St., in an unassuming brownstone with a little blue door, there once was a shop called The Divine. Frequented by those who know of it, the shop offered healing crystals, essential oils, smudging sticks and books about white magic.
To visit the shop was an experience. The air hung heavy with the rich smell of sandalwood, and a colourful collection of glass beads hung on strings dangled from the ceiling, catching and refracting the light that entered the room through a small window above the door.
More interesting than the store itself was its storekeeper, Alice. Something of an enigma, Alice was said to have talents not easily understood by the ordinary person. It was told she could cure any broken heart through hypnosis, using the petals of a daisy to guide her clients into a trance. When they awoke, they would remember the love they lost, but feel no pain.
Alice and her shop are no longer on Ossington St., in fact, both disappeared almost suddenly. The brownstone has remained vacant, and the paint on the door has become chipped and cracked. Still, rumour has it, if you are suffering from a broken heart and pass by the brownstone where the shop used to be, you may smell the faintest scent of sandalwood, and notice a handful of daisy petals scattered across the stoop.