"Diana Herself: An Allegory of Awakening"
Last night I finished reading "Diana, Herself: An Allegory of Awakening".
Two things: when I read Martha Beck, I often end up crying intense tears of joy, tears that are amazed that I get to do and be part of something so utterly beautiful. I can't shake the feeling that I am/will be part of this entrancing pod of change agents in a tremendously satisfying way.
"Diana, Herself" gave me this feeling strong and proud. Also, this morning another lady's post on Martha's Integrity Cleanse Facebook page poked me into looking around. She found a sculpture of a flying pig (one of the book's main characters, and an aspect of Meta-Self) in her attic. This prompted me to look around.
The glass pig below lives in my bedroom. The iron pig greets visitors at my doorstep, and merrily welcomes me and those I love home. I'm not even surprised at the synchronicity anymore. I think we're all part of the same enchanted pod of healers.
Two things: when I read Martha Beck, I often end up crying intense tears of joy, tears that are amazed that I get to do and be part of something so utterly beautiful. I can't shake the feeling that I am/will be part of this entrancing pod of change agents in a tremendously satisfying way.
"Diana, Herself" gave me this feeling strong and proud. Also, this morning another lady's post on Martha's Integrity Cleanse Facebook page poked me into looking around. She found a sculpture of a flying pig (one of the book's main characters, and an aspect of Meta-Self) in her attic. This prompted me to look around.
The glass pig below lives in my bedroom. The iron pig greets visitors at my doorstep, and merrily welcomes me and those I love home. I'm not even surprised at the synchronicity anymore. I think we're all part of the same enchanted pod of healers.