The Lost Girls of Devon

by Barbara O'Neal

Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats; Life is a desert, but we can transform our corner into a garden.

I’d studied with gurus and monks and nuns, healers of all ilk across the world, and the best advice was all the same: listening was the thing that could cure most ills, mind or body. No magic. Only listening.

It felt strange and painful and healing. It felt like forgiveness.