A Face Masked Funeral: My Spiritual Awakening

It’s 4 o’clock on a cold winter’s morning. I’m zipping up my carry on and having a last minute scan of the house before we head for the airport.  We’ve been in Poland for a whirlwind of four days following the news of my partner’s grandma passing away earlier in the week. After a franticContinue reading “A Face Masked Funeral: My Spiritual Awakening”