In 2014, during my second reading of The Alchemist, in one of my morning routine walks along the beach when I was living in Ocean Park, I came upon two stones, side by side; Urim and Thummim. They appeared like magic once the wave receded back into the ocean.
Yesterday I received news that my birthmother died 20 years ago. She was 64 years old. Thanks to a special person in my life, I began my quest based on some documents my father gave me when I graduated College in 1985. I remember the time as if was today and Elton John’s Nikita made it all much palpable.