Eldredge is pummelling me of late. On top of the Journey of Desire-induced shake-up going on, his daily e-mails areÂ adrenaline shots my heart needs, but is having a hard time dealing with on such a frequent basis.
Remember that scene from Pulp Fiction…? Mia probably wouldn’t want to experience that on a regular basis…
So, here’s the latest. He’s quoting Frederick Buechner’s Telling Secrets in his own The Sacred Romance:
Starting with the rather too pretty young woman and the charming but rather unstable young man, who together know no more about being parents than they do the far side of the moon, the world sets in to making us what the world would like us to be, and because we have to survive after all, we try to make ourselves into something that we hope the world will like better than it apparently did the selves we originally were. That is the story of all our lives, needless to say, and in the process of living out that story, the original, shimmering self gets buried so deep that most of us hardly end up living out of it at all. Instead, we live out all the other selves which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather.
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