I loooove to read. And I especially love it when a friend plants a book in my hand and says “Here. Check this out!” This week, my nose can be found nestled in between the pages of Paulo Coelho’s novel Eleven Minutes, and just the other night I read something in it that smacked me sideways. It’s about change and a suggested way of what to do when transition comes your way. It’s a diary entry from the main character, Maria:
Today, while we were walking around the lake, along that strange road to Santiago, the man who was with me – a painter, with a life entirely different from mine – threw a pebble into the water. Small circles appeared where the pebble fell, which grew and grew until they touched a duck that happened to be passing and which had nothing to do with the pebble. Instead of being afraid of that unexpected wave, he decided to play with it.
This resonated with me because sometimes I struggle to adapt when things change and, fearing my comfy little routine will be jolted, I cling to the old rather than embrace the new. This little treasure (and Mr Coelho is full of them) was a reminder to try and go with the flow, because something unexpected, though scary at first, usually turns out to be wonderful.
Play with waves,
April
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