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(0)Dawn Downey
1) Stumbling Toward the Buddha: Stories About Tripping Over My Principles on the Road to Transformation
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Dawn Downey chronicles a spiritual journey that leads her from revelations at a Buddhist monastery to transcendence at a Baptist church. En route, she uncovers the cause of her life-long depression: childhood abuse. Mysticism, meditation, and the muck of daily living. Downey finds peace in all of it. ". . . authentic and wry . . . an honest conversation about how a spiritual life really manifests in the day-to-day world. . . . Bravo for this enchanting...
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"You're not alone." Hollow words for any tender soul smiling through the day while hiding a deep sense of loneliness. For such a soul--like Dawn Downey--the friendliest encounter becomes an exercise in alienation. Through the stories in Searching for My Heart, Downey investigates why she feels left out, returning to themes of alienation, shame, and the self-awareness that leads to love. Downey is a seeker on a quest for closeness. Every step in her...
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Dawn Downey's second collection of essays is for everyone who savors down-to-earth stories with a twist of wisdom. Deeply honest and deeply personal, her observations are laced with quirky insights and self-deprecating humor. She draws inspiration from the flu, the garden, bad knees and bad TV. She explores larger themes of loss and estrangement, while retaining a youthful outlook on the vagaries of life and aging. Readers will journey from the mundane...
4) Blindsided
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We strive for authenticity, but expediency often demands we suppress our true feelings.
Dawn Downey struggles to find her genuine self, as she navigates her white surroundings. She wages an internal war, her intuition recognizing bigotry and her intellect wanting-needing-to deny it. At the end of any given day, she is angry. She is weary. She despairs.
"You get to hopeless by sinking," she tells us.
"I sank through dreamlike images of shackles,...