Let’s say (hypothetically) that you were a middle-30-ish lady with a grillion children living in a hippie town. Let’s say you and your hubs were having a trying time of things, just everyday things like cleaning and cooking and not fighting about soap and you figured it was time perhaps to talk to a guru or Buddha or Jesus, or someone like that. Important. Religious. Appearing from the sky on angel’s wings.
So you ask your friendly friends who were the guru – therapist types they would recommend and they come back with the usual list of naturopathic healers and hemp dealers. One of the cutest girls gives you a name of a man who talks to people who sometimes have trouble talking to other people and so you decide to give it a whirl.
But when you find out his company name, you giggle and giggle. He’s probably great. His inner child most likely shines.
But “Soul Enacting” seems like an awfully big mantle to tote around. Yes?