Echoes

It was a warm spring day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing with joyful abandon. Everywhere was permeated with the freshness that heralds the start of a new cycle of life.

For nature it was a time of new beginnings - and perhaps for me also, although mine could only start through the process of self discovery and awareness. A painful prospect and one which necessitated my going back in time. A journey that was to begin - of all places - in the churchyard...

I couldn’t be certain I’d be able to break the ties which bound me to the past, but perhaps I could learn to come to terms with them and, in so doing, accept my weakness’ and insecurities whose seeds had been sown in those early years of my childhood...