There are those who walk through life and somehow avoid any inner struggle with themselves but more importantly with their God. Author Connie Donaldson had not that immunity as a woman. According to her latest book, Dumping the Magic, Donaldson grappled with the meaning of life and existence, and with God, whatever God responsible for her gloomy being.
According to Dumping the Magic, Donaldson’s earliest attempt to deal with a deity set her far adrift from the real world—“locked away” so to speak—as a convent nun hoping to grow closer to her imagined Wholly Other. And yet, she found no real consolation there. What she did discover was that the outside world, with all of its dares, continued to haunt her soul. She had escaped the very world her deity had given her to live in, to work in, to have a family in, and above all, to enjoy herself in.
The author’s life was in numerous ways a tortuous “vale of tears” brought about by a fretful family life compounded by a belief that all who were not Catholics were damned; yet, Catholicity was openly defamed by a neglectful priest who paraded a sinful life in front of her and her family. Thankfully, Dumping the Magic shows how one deeply ingrained quality clearly saved the author’s sanity.
COURAGE! The very spine of her book, Dumping the Magic should read COURAGE in capital letters from top to bottom. Courage drove Donaldson to hunt a path she could follow that would help bring other troubled humans like her to appreciate life, happiness, and beyond that, love. With her degree in counseling, Donaldson’s book, Dumping the Magic, tells how she motivated distraught clients to reconnect with their family—even with past generations for strength and inner courage.
Dumping the Magic talks of her weekly sessions with a chiropractor who not only helped heal her physically, but spiritually as well. This unique man had a gift for chatting meaningfully with his clients while he made adjustments—advising them in ways they could heal themselves, almost as if he sensed their mental anguish from their physical ailments. With new courage inspired by this healer, Donaldson tells how her spirit and her health began to improve.
Still not satisfied, the author tells how she sought counseling from a close female friend, a therapist, who remained professionally aloof when she played the role of psychologist. This understanding woman’s genuine wit and humor, along with Donaldson’s courageous desire not just to survive, but to continue her newly found sense of reality—particularly God—all mingled together to bring the author a peace she had hunted throughout a lifetime.
I cannot recommend Dumping the Magic highly enough. Every person, male or female, who has been clobbered by “the dark night of the soul,” will discover there is no need to stay flat on the mat. Read this book. Follow Donaldson’s amazing quest to shuck off the “damned if you do” and “damned if you don’t” potion of youth with its magical tenets of spirituality. It is time to dress yourself in her soft white robe of courage and truth. You will find her book enlightening and surely inspiring, knowing there are softer, quieter days ahead.