A Kiss of Truth
We’ve all got a past, even a baby sleeping in her cot has got hers. Our past hangs around us, it envelops us in its mists of past deeds, past emotions and traumas. The past is the lens through which we observe our world and reality, it is the veil that magically binds us to that which has been. Our past is our challenge, our previous death to be overcome. Read the rest of this entry »