‘In the space between lives, we sat on boulders around a campfire and talked. Low flames crackled, sending sparks into the twilight sky.
Our gentle Guides watched from a respectful distance as we considered each image of potential lives illustrated in the dancing flames, places and faces flickering and fading.
We have incarnated together many times before; as parents, siblings, offspring, friends. We have loved, lost, affected, rejected, grown old and moulded each other.’
This is a poignant and emotive memoir of a kid born into a family traumatised by grief, sparking a lifelong preoccupation with spiritual questions about life and death.
It is the story of all of us – born without blank slates, into situations that inevitably influence who we are and set the themes for our lives.
It is a story of generational trauma – how pain trickles down through a family until someone acquires the tools needed to break the cycle.
