The hands of a king are the hands of a healer
What’s my problem? Have you ever asked yourself this? If you are like me, sometimes you avoid that question by turning on the television and immersing yourself in another glorious episode of “Lost.” I think deep down there is a haunting bassnote of dissatisfaction, guilt, filth, and shame that hangs over us. We point to 1,000’s of circumstances in a vain effort to blame someone or something for this feeling. However, circumstances change, relationships change, our age changes and that bassnote is still looming. At some point, we must admit there is something terribly wrong with ME. That problem is...