Be a Lighthouse
I felt as if I were walking with destiny and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and for this trial.
On the roof of our country house up here in Clermont, we’ve got a cupola with a big rooster weathervane jutting up on top. When the wind blows, that thing spins around like crazy. On the coast, not too far from where we live, there’s an old lighthouse. When the wind blows, that lighthouse doesn’t budge. It just sits there like the rock it’s built into.
Weathervane. Lighthouse. I’ve made it my business to know which is which, and to never forget the difference, not ...