I have lived every word of this book; every page of this journey. But somehow, instead of feeling like oh I already know this stuff, I found myself savoring every word of Untamed. Doyle’s articulation of the process of shedding expectations is sheer joy. Her ability to centrifuge truth down to its essence and to turn a mind-bending phrase is so satisfying–it’s like getting the water temperature and pressure exactly right at the same time. Scoured, clean, and with only slight abrasions.
From page 122: Maybe Eve was never meant to be our warning. Maybe she was meant to be our model. Own your wanting. Eat the apple. Let it burn.
Amen, sister. Amen.