The Heart's Illumination: A Guide to Loving Yourself

Previously

…I looked at the pigeon, still diligently working its way through the crust. It pecked, it strutted, it ruffled its feathers, utterly unconcerned with the judgment of the world. And then, as if on cue, it took a clumsy hop, stumbled, and nearly fell over its own feet. A tiny, involuntary snort escaped me. It wasn't a full-blown guffaw, not yet. But it was a start. A small, quiet, remarkably unremarkable start. And as I sat there, waiting for my own inner light to acknowledge this tiny spark, I realized Agnes’s prescription might just be crazy enough to work.