![]() ![]() My dreams, or rather visions for my life, have visited me time and again in the form of daydreams. These dreams are too often quieted because the gulf between dream and reality feels a bit too wide. Like Santiago, I suppose many of us have dreams that take hold and root themselves in the recesses of our minds and hearts. ![]() After a gypsy woman interprets the dreams, he leaves Spain and sets off for Egypt to seek his treasure. Santiago has a series of recurring dreams that he can’t seem to shake. ![]() The story on its surface is a simple one. He has been in my life longer than I can remember and each time I embark on his journey, I simultaneously embark on one with myself. Santiago, the shepherd boy in Paulo Coelho’s beloved allegorical classic The Alchemist, is one of my dearest friends. It invokes an inexplicable tugging that beckons me to open its now tattered pages once more, to go on a familiar journey which still produces quiet a-ha moments. It whispers to me like the waves of the ocean in the southern Caribbean or a beautiful southern sunset inviting me to pause, contemplate, wonder, and dream. ![]()
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