The Heart's Illumination: A Guide to Loving Yourself

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…She turned back to her book, the feather boa on her head bobbing gently. But the image of her serene, amused face, a stark contrast to the riot of my own internal chaos, stayed with me. It was a tiny crack in the wall of my mortification, a sliver of light in the overwhelming darkness. I knew, with a certainty that surprised me, that my dance with disaster had been a wake-up call. A loud, embarrassing, gnome-toppling wake-up call. And maybe, just maybe, that woman and her ancient book held the key to a less cringeworthy, more illuminated path.