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The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (book review)

January 26, 2020

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho had been on my reading list for over a year, nudged repeatedly onto the edges of my bookshelf from several different sources; but I never made time for it. Then our beautiful, mathematician-spiritualist friend Kelley did something to thrust it front and center.

At last year’s Lazy W Talent Show, between wild musical acts and hilarious 80’s trivia silliness, Kelley offered us a prose reading. She sat calmly on stage and spoke into the microphone a passage from the book.

summer 2019 xoxo

Her voice pressed evenly through the dark, and Coelho’s poetic words synchronized with the twinkle lights around the stage. I remember noticing the full moon rising directly behind her. Everyone was rapt. It was quite a moment. As she read, our other friend Kellie (that evening she and I had done the Walk Like an Egyptian number) pulled out her phone and swiftly ordered a copy of the book. By the end of the reading, the entire audience was stunned and fully absorbed. We all applauded and cheered, many of us promised to read the book, and Kelley rejoined the crowd, probably unaware that she had just inspired our next group book study.

can you see the full moon over her left shoulder?

Fast forward past a bustling holiday season, and a handful of us have now read The Alchemist for ourselves. This weekend we finally gathered for some delicious treats to catch up with each other and discuss it all. Nourishment for body, mind, and spirit. I want to mention, also, that we scheduled the gathering to coincide with the January New Moon. Since the whole thing started with a full moon, we felt like Coelho would groove this.

Ok let’s chat!

The Alchemist is a lusciously quotable inspirational parable, an allegorical tale about desert journeys and the meaning of life and passion and God’ will for us, plus our own power to co-create with God, and much more. It’s a framework kind of story that leaves lots of room for private interpretation and spiritual reflection. It’s one of those books you could (and probably will) read again and again, during different life seasons.

A big style point, so you don’t shun this book, thinking it’s dogmatic and preachy: Coelho skillfully braids wisdom from the ages and fables from several different world religions and historical periods to illustrate his lessons. We enjoyed recognizing details from the Bible, Middle Eastern teachings, mythology, and more. And he handles it all equally.

Another style point: Coelho originally wrote this in his native tongue of Portuguese. It was translated to English and dozens of other languages upon reaching global popularity and importance. Moreso than other translated works, maybe because it is poetic, there is some softness and rhythm lost here and there. It’s occasionally difficult to pinpoint why a sentence or paragraph feels stilted. (Mickey described it as staccato, which is perfect.) But overall that does not detract from the book’s value. In fact, it adds to the easy feel. (Declarative, Mickey said, and I agree. It’s a feel that gets you to just accept it and move on.)

For me, the timing of finally reading this little book was magical. I read it after Passion Paradox, which speaks straight to the heart of what motivates us, and in the midst of studying The Universal Christ, which is the intellectual antidote to so much church dogma frustration lately. The Alchemist has been a soothing and fortifying synthesis of the two. And the whole notion of alchemy itself, my gosh! You guys know how devoted I am to the importance of transforming what we perceive as negative into something valuable and powerful. I can’t get enough.

Kellie makes the prettiest and yummiest grazing boards xoxoxo

Our discussion group was extra small this weekend, but even so we enjoyed a wonderful array of viewpoints and emotional responses to the characters, symbolism, etc. I love hearing strong opinions about elements that strike me in very different ways. And I love getting to know my friends more deeply. As always, of course, the food and company were spectacular. We are very lucky humans.

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If you have a few people in your life who are open to really sharing their hearts, this book would provide an excellent framework for some long, fruitful conversations. I challenge you to scoop up a few copies to share, set a date, and get to reading. And do this before the movie gets made!

Still not sold? Before I let you go, here are some of my favorite passages. You decide whether these sentences alone don’t seduce your brain a little bit:

“It is the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”

“And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” (This passage is repeated throughout the book, and the resonance is powerful. How cool would it be to sit and discuss the Law of Attraction with the author!!)

“People are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.”

“He had to choose between something he had become accustomed to and something he wanted to have… When each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.”

“The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.” (I could talk for hours and hours and hours about this exact parable. Wow.)

“As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure.” (Yes, choice!! We get to choose our thoughts, how we frame our lives, and the stories we tell ourselves regarding our circumstances. YES.)

“Because the crystal was dirty. And both you and I needed to cleanse our minds of negative thoughts.” (Lose yourself in the work. Go for a run too.)

“Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.” (WHOA.)

“…there was a language in the world that everyone understood… It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.” (This in on my dining room chalkboard right now.)

passion and purpose

“If I could, I’d write a huge encyclopedia just about the words luck and coincidence. It’s with those words that the universal language is written.” (Have you and I discussed, yet, the burgeoning academic study of coincidence? Like, at actual universities? It’s real now. Recently.)

“People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want.” (I still need to tell you guys about a dream I had two weeks ago, about Jocelyn, and about facing the unknown.) “This fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.” (Yes, I told God when He asked, I will be okay even if she is already home. But I still want her to know that I miss her and love her.)

“Everything on earth is being continuously transformed, because the earth is alive… and it has a soul… in the crystal shop…even the glasses were collaborating in your success.” (So much echo to The Universal Christ here!)

“They spent so much time close to the fire that gradually they gave up the vanities of the world. They discovered that the purification of the metals had led to a purification of themselves.” (ahhhhhhh yes yes yes yes yes)

“If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man…Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living right now.” (Eckhart Tolle is definitely nodding warmly right now.)

Regarding oases and places of refuge: “Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees.” (Frame it well! Decide how you see things. Cultivate a stronger perspective. Appreciate needs because they help you focus on abundance.)

“The secret is here in the present. If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future, and live each day according to the teachings, confident that God loves his children. Each day, in itself, bring with it an eternity.”

“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.” (I believe this is part of the passage Kelley read to us last summer. Beautiful.)

“When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I’ve discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a person to achieve.” (I have been reflecting a lot lately on what kind of person I will have to become to both qualify for Boston and publish a novel, among other things. What about you?)

Okay, friends, I have smothered you with lots of quotes, despite my restraint. I have just one more, and it might be the one with which most people are familiar. It offers a powerful encouragement, a breath to catch if you are on the brink of giving up:

“Before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream. It’s the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared n the horizon.”

Thank you, Kelley and Handsome and Mickey and Kellie, for starting the new year with me in this book study! It was magical.

Where your treasure is
There will your heart be also
XOXOXOXO

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grievances & a luscious start to the new year

January 1, 2020

Hello, friend, and happy new year! How has your crossover been so far? Ours has been light and easy and anchored by a few of our favorite little rituals.

Last night we watched part of a fun burlesque show in Oklahoma City (thanks to our friend Mer for the tickets!). Most of the women attending were dressed in flapper style dresses and beaded, feathered headbands wrapped around the fronts of their foreheads. Really pretty! I’m inspired for the decade just by that!

Ducking out early, we cruise through a very festive Bricktown party then made it home and into our bed for the midnight countdown. Klaus was ever so grateful we were home at a reasonable hour. Amanda Shaw performed on TV! She is a New Orleans musician who we saw perform live on the West Bank several years ago. Her lively Zydeco rendition of Auld Lang Syne last night was so perfect. I do miss the Quarter.

We fell into a deep, efficient sleep which lasted all the way to six this morning; then while waiting for daybreak, we sipped strong coffee, enjoyed a growling fireplace, and read each other last year’s grievances. I want to talk more about that in a minute. After a while, we ate a slow brunch together and walked around the farm, telling all the furred and feathered residents, “Happy New Year!” It has been a bright and blustery day so far. Warm, windy, intense light. An auspicious, energizing start.

Every year, our Grievances are a good, strong mix of details. We both write spontaneous memories of work and play, memories big and small. (Which means they’re all big. You know.) We love it.

This morning I noticed a few themes in our 2019 Grievances:

  • Lots of sensuous rain and thunderstorm notes (it was an especially wet year)
  • Lots of joy from entertaining (we hosted tons of parties and family gatherings this past year, which we love doing)
  • Lots of celebrating a long list of heavy farm projects. (Some of the things we fixed or built or created this year, already seem like they’ve been around much longer. It was a productive year!)
  • Lots of xxx romance (that’s not blog rated ok)

Some years our grievances seem to orbit the overcoming of stress or grief. Sometimes that’s just how life is. And we accept it all as part of the masterpiece.

This past year, based on how we seem to feel and also how these scrappy little Grievances played out, our energy was really constructive. Definitely stronger, more deliberate, plenty outbound and of the carpe diem flavor. I love it.

This makes me curious about what this next year might hold. I’m not writing resolutions, because intention setting and meditation have been so much more fruitful. I’m keeping with that. And I am paying attention to the flow of energy. The rhythms of life. We have good reason to believe that a few wonderful answers are on the horizon’s razor edge.

But even without that, we would continue to feed hope. We would continue to choose joy. Those dark, more difficult chapters grew us to inhabit this one. This chapter of strength and so much celebration, ready and waiting for even more.

So happy new year to you, friend!! How is your energy today, and how have you been able to take stock of this threshold? I hope you are filled with peace and contentment, enough energy to work and play, and all the assurance that Love conquers literally everything. Light drives out every shadow.

Ok. Signing off. Talk soon about books worth reading and marathon training?

XOXOXOXO

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December 24, 2019

Merry Christmas Eve from the farm, friends. I am thankful for you and for all the richness and connection my life enjoys because of this intermittent meeting.

Handsome, Klaus and I are luxuriating in stillness today. It is perhaps the first time in a few months we have done so, and it may be the last such day off together for a while. I knew it was coming, this brief reprieve with no errands or difficult work, not even shopping or running, so I readied myself for it and am so happy.

Our tree is surrounded with wrapped surprises for friends and family. Our kitchen is overflowing with good things to eat. And, most importantly, our hearts have never been more deeply rooted in hope. I feel the vibrations of that inaudible bass drum of anticipation for bigger, brighter miracles than we have ever seen before.

Life exactly as it is, right this minute, is unbelievably beautiful, the big picture marred only by being temporarily separated from Jocelyn. To say that I miss her is an understatement; but I know after all we have been through to trust. We cling to promises and thrive on hope and the power of Love and joy to bridge us again, just as they did a few years ago, just as they did with Jessica more recently. Then we return our attention to the millions of beautiful details in this day, to the incredible miracles already at work in our world. How can I ever doubt Him?

Nothing is lost. All things are possible. Love has a vibration, a unique and unparalleled power.

And? The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.

Words matter, friends. They become real, tangible things. They save us. It’s how everything was created, by words. It’s how we are designed. Just a little reminder and (hopefully) an encouragement.

So, a very Merry Christmas from everyone here at the farm, to you and everyone in your world. Whatever your burdens and losses, may your joys far outweigh them. However you celebrate, may Love be the root and fulfilling motivation behind it all. Talk again soon.

XOXOXO

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December 24, 2019

Merry Christmas Eve from the farm, friends. I am thankful for you and for all the richness and connection my life enjoys because of this intermittent meeting.

Handsome, Klaus and I are luxuriating in stillness today. It is perhaps the first time in a few months we have done so, and it may be the last such day off together for a while. I knew it was coming, this brief reprieve with no errands or difficult work, not even shopping or running, so I readied myself for it and am so happy.

Our tree is surrounded with wrapped surprises for friends and family. Our kitchen is overflowing with good things to eat. And, most importantly, our hearts have never been more deeply rooted in hope. I feel the vibrations of that inaudible bass drum of anticipation for bigger, brighter miracles than we have ever seen before.

Life exactly as it is, right this minute, is unbelievably beautiful, the big picture marred only by being temporarily separated from Jocelyn. To say that I miss her is an understatement; but I know after all we have been through to trust. We cling to promises and thrive on hope and the power of Love and joy to bridge us again, just as they did a few years ago, just as they did with Jessica more recently. Then we return our attention to the millions of beautiful details in this day, to the incredible miracles already at work in our world. How can I ever doubt Him?

Nothing is lost. All things are possible. Love has a vibration, a unique and unparalleled power.

And? The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.

Words matter, friends. They become real, tangible things. They save us. It’s how everything was created, by words. It’s how we are designed. Just a little reminder and (hopefully) an encouragement.

So, a very Merry Christmas from everyone here at the farm, to you and everyone in your world. Whatever your burdens and losses, may your joys far outweigh them. However you celebrate, may Love be the root and fulfilling motivation behind it all. Talk again soon.

XOXOXO

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monday, jack handey style

December 9, 2019

Today was as Mondayish as Mondays get around here. I procrastinated and then wrecked my treadmill workout and barely got four miles to register on my Garmin. My good intentions for a shampoo and manicure never came to fruition. Also, a possum was in the chicken feed bin and we terrified each other and screamed right at each others’ haggard faces. I did get almost all of my work list accomplished, though, including every speck of sweeping, laundry and ironing, and so far am keeping healthy despite some mean germs floating around. Tonight I am going to indulge in a brain-purge and call it good. Onward to Tuesday!

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Song lyrics by Dido: “No love without freedom, no freedom without love.”

On a recent episode of The Daring Romantics podcast, Lindsey Eryn offers encouragement to finish the calendar year strong, to keep up your good momentum. She suggested, among other actionable things, that we spend three hours per week on “future” projects, on goals that propel us forward. This feels so familiar and good. Back in my mutual funds selling days, we had marketing that used actual galvanized buckets as visual aids to illustrate short term, middle term, and long term financial planning: “Cash-Income-Growth. ” Time is as valuable as money. How we spend it could be divided into “work for this day,” or cash, “work for tomorrow and short term progress” or income, and “work for the future,” or long term growth goals. Love it.

Bob Goff reminds us:

“God never promised we’d have all the answers. What He offers to us is a box of crayons and the opportunity to let love draw bigger circles around the people we meet than they thought were possible.”

Joy is a super power. It truly is. Joy overcomes, transcends, illuminates, and emulsifies so many other efforts. It is the whole point, as someone else once said.

A local blogging friend of mine shared with me that she has been blogging less because she and her husband have been happily burdened with other projects. They are discovering fulfillment in other efforts, in family and a brand new ministry projects, and they love it. She described it as being “pulled by things eternal,” and being at peace with retreating from some of the more public activities. I love this.

One day last month I noticed an online blurb about it being “Fibonacci Spiral Day.” Of all the frivolous special days on the imaginary world calendar, this one made me happy. Jocelyn was the first person in my life to get really excited about it. She used to love talking about it on our hikes in Colorado, just the two of us, memories I will forever treasure. Since then I have noticed it in so many areas of life. So much synchronicity, you wouldn’t believe. And I have heard a few friends mention it here and there,  most recently Julia. Life cycles, patterns, descending and expanding ratios. Beautiful, pulsing repetition. It is mesmerizing on every level, how the Universe offers me this cellular rhythm. Julia lost her Dad this week, and I felt her pain like a hammer on my chest all the way from California. Send some comforting wishes in Julia’s direction. And please pray for Jocelyn, friends.

I have been reading and listening to podcasts a lot on the physical and spiritual benefits of fasting, far removed from fat loss. Amazing. Exciting! So many health benefits and so much long standing tradition. Handsome and I touched briefly on the topic of Biblical references to different sorts of fasts, different lengths and purposes, the meanings behind number of days, etc. Really interesting. Our bodies and spirits are so beautifully aligned. More synchronicity, more patterns.

Psalm 118:24 and so many other love notes from God, reminding me to stay present. Stay in this day and re-joy myself. We are designed to handle this much at once. This moment is where we can affect change. Today is gorgeous and perfect and is a gift.

Cannot stop thinking about the nature or character of God, gender or no, remote or internal (both?), timeless no doubt. I just have these creeping tendrils of curiosity about heaven and hell, too, because (feel free to call me crazy) I just don’t think these are future geographies or eventual destinations. I don’t believe we are on our way to either place, exactly. I believe more and more that we choose our heavenly or hellish state day to day, moment by moment. Our thoughts, our choices, the lives we design for ourselves, both the physical structures and habits and the interior landscapes, our relationships, all of it. All of it combined becomes our realities of personal paradise or personal torture. Okay. Feel free to ignore that thought. It is not quite complete anyway.

Also, just one more weird twisty thought please: I am gleaning so much from so many different sources that gets me feeling like our moral instruction is not about how we should be living, but rather, it all is just informing us about how the universe operates, how we can best thrive within the normal operating systems already in place. So it’s less about good and evil and more about alignment and friction. Typing those words make it seem suddenly and eye-rollingly elementary. But for me it replaces shame and false authority with calm and boldness. It’s a subtle but powerful shift in perspective. Leaves lots more room for co-creativity and for JOY! Okay, I’m done.

Seneca, paraphrased: “As each day arises, welcome it as the very best day of all and make it your own possession. We must seize what flees.” This is exactly what Carpe Diem means to me. Identifying what is unique and brief about the next slice of time before us, and making the most of those details., Also, seeing the best in a day, squeezing from it all the molten-lava-JOY you can! 

Quite out of the blue this past week, while doing some much needed, very average housework, I remembered lyrics from an ancient Christmas hymn: “That hope can flower from our grieving, that man can catch his breath and turn transfixed by faith.”

And here is a gem from Ann Voskamp, whose Advent book The Greatest Gift is sustaining me again:

“Sometimes the heart of waiting for the gift is the art of the gift.”

The waiting for the gift can be my art. My Advent. A way of staying awake and engaged with life, not just coasting, not numbing myself with running or cooking or doing rote chores in a passionless way. How we live and how we thrive in the midst of waiting for miracles matters very much. It can be a form of worship, the thankful and trusting spirit we harness and exude during dark times.

Have you ever thought about what it must have been like for Mary and Joseph while they searched for Jesus for THREE DAYS and he was just casually in the temple?? AHHH They suffered. Besides the foreshadowing of three days in the grave and the suffering they would do then, this briefly mentioned story in the gospel of Luke really gut-punched me this week. What a thing, to be asked to trust God with your child with no promise of how the story will end. And yet, who better to trust?

Ok. One last thing. What are the meaningful differences between yoga and stretching? How much does breath-work matter? And meditation? Can you stretch “cold” and still get the benefits, physically?

Also, can you get rabies if a possum screams his breath directly at your open mouth?

‘Bye!

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