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Monthly Archives: November 2012
Why do we need to remember whats past?
‘Dont open the pandoras box!’ ‘Let sleeping dogs lie’ We’ve all heard these words, sometimes ignoring them and sometimes allowing them to influence who we are today. Secrets can lay buried and emotions can stagnate in the shadows of our … Continue reading
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The reasons we remember…
It was time to go home, to leave Ireland, I was fourty nine years old. I had been there for seventeen years. Since my fifth child was eight months old andmy youngest was not yet born. I had left England … Continue reading
Is it a wounded childhood?
I wonder how many people in authority are still acting out their wounded childhoods? How many of us have seen pain inflicted because someone is angry with their parents or siblings? Unless the work is being done, the past will … Continue reading
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