Damn, I LOVE Coelho

HIPPIE

She was still capable of love, without expecting anything–changes, gratitude–in return.

And she had loved many times in her life. Whenever this had happened, love’s energy transformed the universe around her. Whenever this energy appears, it always manages to do its work–but things were different with her, she couldn’t stand to love for long.

She yearned for a vase where Love would come and leave its flowers and its fruit. Where the living water would preserve them as though they’d just been plucked, ready to be delivered to whoever had the courage–yes, “courage” was the word–to seize them. But no one like that ever showed up–or, more accurately, people would no sooner show up than they would flee in fear because she was no vase but a storm of lightning, wind, and thunder, a force of nature that could never be tamed or merely channeled to stir windmills, light up cities, sow terror.

I loved this book. It’s totally unexpected, and yet familiar. I picked up my copy–the first paperback I’ve owned in years–at Shakespeares Café in Paris. And read it here, on the beach in Goa, India. How perfect.

Blurb: Hippie

Drawing on the rich experience of his own life, best-selling author Paulo Coelho takes us back in time to relive the dreams of a generation that longed for peace and dared to challenge the established social order. In Hippie, he tells the story of Paulo, a young, skinny Brazilian man with a goatee and long, flowing hair, who wants to become a writer and sets off on a journey in search of a deeper meaning for his life.

Paulo’s travels take him from South America to the famous Dam Square in Amsterdam filled with young people wearing vibrant clothes and burning incense, meditating and playing music, while discussing sexual liberation, the expansion of consciousness, and the search for an inner truth.   

There he meets Karla, a Dutch woman in her twenties who has been waiting to find the ideal companion to accompany her on the fabled hippie trail to Nepal. She convinces Paulo to join her on a trip aboard the Magic Bus that travels across Europe and Central Asia to Kathmandu. They embark on the journey in the company of fascinating fellow travelers, each of whom has a story to tell, and each of whom will undergo a personal transformation, changing their priorities and values along the way. As they travel together, Paulo and Karla explore their own relationship: a life-defining love story that awakens them on every level and leads to choices and decisions that will set the course for their lives thereafter.

Pick up your copy on Amazon, Hippie by Paulo Coelho

3:00 am thoughts…emotional intelligence…

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I’ve been accused of being a Pollyanna. If you’re young you might miss the reference. It basically means I always see the glass as half-full not half empty. That’s my attitude towards life and living. So depressing thoughts rarely last long in my mind.

I live by the theory that we are a product of our thoughts—our emotional intelligence possibly. So if we constantly live in fear of the future, resentment of past hurts, or our story of all the bad things that have happened to us, we can never be happy. I don’t allow my heart or head to hold depressing thoughts. It takes work. And sometimes it will take a lifetime to achieve this sense of peace and balance that I have. It’s a challenge. If you’re aware of when you go into that negative place, you stop, catch yourself, and pull yourself back. Then depression never has time to take a hold of your mind.

The reality is, the last time I had a depressing thought was when I was given 6 months to live in 2008. LOVE The Beat Goes On is the book I wrote and all the things I did to clean up my thoughts and heal my broken heart. I truly believe we are made up of our thoughts, and our mind can heal just about anything… But then I also believe in miracles!

So there you go, my philosophical thoughts for 3:00 am on a Saturday morning. I apologize in advance if I’m not coherent.

Shalom

 

 

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Shalom

 

a child of the Universe

wandering the world

heart-lost

soul-frought

always begging forgiveness

when there is nothing to forgive

 

let me hold you

wipe your tears

soothe your troubled soul

whisper sacred love-words

calm your demons

 

“when the mornin’ gather the rainbow,

want you to know, I’m a rainbow too

to the rescue, here I am, want you to know

just if you can, here I stand”

 

the sun is shining

as I move my dancing feet

I feel the love-beats

and in the depths of my soul

I dance with you

 

 

for IDZ