Growing Pains

Today, as I read The Spiral Dance, I felt a very peculiar sensation. It felt as if my mind were stretching out, as one would stretch a sore muscle after a workout. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't very pleasant either. It was indescribable beyond saying it felt like my mind was expanding beyond the boundaries of comfort.

It made me feel a little bit afraid.

I understand that The Spiral Dance is a provocative book. I hesitate to call it controversial, although Starhawk's blatant feminism has been and still is the topic for many flame wars. Her history is questionable, but I find her passion unmatched. She was a film student, so I guess it's only natural that she would have a flair for the dramatic. Overdramatic, some might say.

My mind still feels a little, well, sore. I think I've been using it too much through trying to train myself via meditation and reading books and exploring my religion a little more. It's only going to get worse too, because school starts in a week or so.

Oh, sigh. I love being this strong.