The Witch of Portobello

by Paulo Coelho

“When I die, bury me standing, because I’ve spent all my life on my knees!”

When you dance, you can enjoy the luxury of being you.”

Who, as a young woman, hasn’t been outraged by the centuries of repression suffered by women and felt that becoming a witch would be the best way of recovering her lost identity?

Everything is worship if your mind is focused on the present moment.

What is a ritual? It means transforming something monotonous into something different, rhythmic, capable of channeling the Unity.

I’ve always been convinced that women have a supernatural ability to know what’s going on in a man’s soul. They’re all witches.

He said that according to one of the most respected psychoanalysts in history, the Swiss analyst Carl Gustav Jung, we all drank from the same spring. It’s called the “soul of the world.” However much we try to be independent individuals, a part of our memory is the same. We all seek the ideal of beauty, dance, divinity, and music.

The Shadow is there to stop our progress, and it usually succeeds, and we run back to what we were before we doubted. However, some do survive this encounter with their own cobwebs, saying: “Yes, I have a few faults, but I’m good enough, and I want to go forward.”

“That’s what life is like for people like you and me. We’re constantly destroying and rebuilding ourselves.