Sunday, May 13, 2012

Relating to Paulo

I don't generally read books more than once. I bought Aleph by Paulo Coelho in the airport in Spain in January. I finished the book within days and told myself I'd re-read it. I didn't open it while in Palestine or as I travelled through Turkey. I still carried it with me to Italy, but ended up giving it to my Couchsurfing host in Assisi because of a conversation we'd had. However, after giving it away, every time I saw the book in a store window, I'd pause and consider buying it again. At the Paris airport a few days ago, I did.  I've already re-read it and may very well read it a third time before I come home.  We shall see...

Many things struck a chord with me as I read the book...and re-read the book. There are a lot of dog-eared pages and there would be highlighted passages if I'd had a highlighter. Rather than quoting everything that struck me (that'd make for a very long post), I'll share just one, as it seems so perfectly true in my life at this particular moment:

"I am not a foreigner because I haven't been praying to return safely home, I haven't wasted my time imagining my house, my desk, my side of the bed. I am not a foreigner because we are all travelling, we are all full of the same questions, the same tiredness, the same fears, the same selfishness and the same generosity. I am not a foreigner because when I asked, I received. When I knocked, the door opened. When I looked, I found."


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