A Call to Love’s Arms is the marriage of the metaphysical romance to the mythic journey. It is a modern-day love story woven through with divine guidance and new modalities for personal evolution. A Call to Love’s Arms shows how a single woman’s burning desire for intimacy leads her on a journey of self discovery into the spiritual realm. With the help of two spirit guides, representing the feminine and masculine energies in us all, she undergoes a personal transformation, breaking free of the grip of her ego and surrendering to love.
What is different about this book is the featuring of a female model of exceptional success, a woman who puts the "her" back in "hero." The main character is a human being whose heroic qualities, like all of ours, are buried deep inside, but she is willing to change and strives for clarity beyond the illusions of everyday living. The internal mastery that Diana eventually achieves is brought within the readers’ grasp, accessible to them in their everyday lives.
Karen and Lonnie have been in the relationship-building profession for two decades -- speaking, teaching, and counseling others in the enhancement of their relationships with self, others, and Spirit. Among their clients, associates and friends, the most dominant concern is love. A Call to Love’s Arms was written for women and men who seriously care about spiritual growth and the quality of their intimate relationships -- and most specifically for those who seek a sacred union.
., has been a couples counselor, workshop leader, and public speaker since 1975. Her work focuses on intimacy, fulfillment, and the joys of contributing to others. She has been a facilitator for The Women’s Leadership Program (WLP) and also was the founder and director of the International Women in Leadership League (IWILL.) At present she lives in Incline Village, Nevada, with her husband, Herb, and daughter, Julia, where she has a private practice and teaches classes that empower people to be the very best of human beings.
Karen McMullen, M.Ed., is the director of Metamorphosis. She has served businesses and individuals as a human resource consultant and counselor for more than 20 years. Presently, she combines her years of experience, her study of the human energy system, and her certified training as a Feng Shui practitioner to assist individuals and businesses to facilitate change by using the ancient Chinese art and sciences of placement and relationship. Karen lives in the quiet of Montana with her husband, Bob. Through her writing she wants to share her passion for the possible dream of a life filled with love and good relations.
All of downtown San Francisco was abuzz with energy, as if life would begin at the stroke of 5:00 p.m. But for me the weekend stretched out like an empty landscape, cold and lifeless. It was four o'clock on Friday afternoon, the first day of May. May Day, I noted to myself.
Mayday! Help, somebody! was more like it.
The phone rang. I looked at it with dread and hollered at my assistant, Phil. "Whoever that is, it better not be somebody else telling me what a great weekend they're going to have or I'll scream." He didn't look much impressed by my threat.
"Who's this?" I demanded into the headpiece. "And don't ask me what I'm doing on Friday, Saturday or Sunday."
My friend, Mary Louise Cordero laughed out loud on the other end. One of the members of my training team, she had just returned from working with the staff at the bank's Tokyo branch. With mischievous defiance, she wasted no time in asking the forbidden question.
"Hey! What are you doing this weekend?" I let my head sink gently to the desktop.
My reply was weak, a cliché. "Oh, staying out of mischief. "Not untypically, Mary Louise jumped on me. "Diana, why do you sound so funny? Have you got your head down on your desk again?"
"Well, yes, but what's so bad about that?"
"Listen, I want to ask you something."
Uh-oh. I could hear it coming. I could tell she was about to invite me to another workshop she thought I'd "just love." Mary Louise was an enlightenment junkie. She believed that anyone who didn't fervently pursue Nirvana was a fool. I was one of her favorite fools.
"So, M. L." I teased her, "what's the flavor-of-the-month this time?"
"Diana, this is beyond those typical self-actualization things that we've tried so many times. This one is a meditation series and the guy who leads it is astounding. He practically floats. Lots of us from the bank are going. Come on, I really want you to try it. I don't want you to spend another weekend lonely and depressed. Why should you? Meditating regularly has been great for me and my life."
I had to admit that Ms. Cordero was sailing at work -- and her social life seemed to be cruising right along too. Something was working for her.
"Oh, I don't know. When is it? " I could feel myself digging in. I just wanted to go home, crawl under the covers, and wonder until Monday why a smart, attractive woman with all the right credentials was spending the weekend with a batch of videos.
My intercom buzzer went off. I was saved. "Whoops! Gotta go. I have a meeting with Gayle."
"These meditations could change your life, D." One thing you could count on about Mary Louise: she was relentless.
"Someday soon, maybe, M.L," I said, grabbing a bunch of files.
Mary Louise just wasn't going to let go. "If you won't come with me to the workshop, then at least promise me you'll have some fun this weekend," she said. Resisting was futile.
"Okay, I promise. I'll do at least one amazingly memorable fun thing before Monday." I hung up wondering: now, how on earth am I going to fulfill that promise?
Fun? I asked myself, starting down the corridor. Was I so far gone that I'd forgotten how to have fun? Thanks, Mary Louise, I reflected. For a feel-good girlfriend, you sure succeeded in making me feel worse.
