I woke this morning to a crisp breeze carrying the sent of the pittosporum blossoms and the song of birds in my bedroom window. I felt a flutter of joy in my heart, followed immediately by a remembered sadness.
Spring has always enlivened my soul. Twelve years ago, however, it also brought me my greatest sorrow.
It was a fine spring morning. I was working as a hypnotherapist at a local clinic. To ready myself for the day and to ...Continue Reading →