I picked up ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coehlo this week. I can remember looking at it years ago, and feeling relatively unmoved by it; just another new age fable, I thought.
But this time, it felt as if the book was written just for me. The character followed the same geographic path I once did – through Spain, into Morocco, and across the Sahara. The decisions he had to make, and lessons he learned along the way, mirrored much of my own experience. I related to every step of his journey, both internal and external. Even the description of the desert wind had me nodding emphatically and muttering amazed agreement, much to my two beagles’ amusement. Continue reading →