The world by no means reflects the peace and quiet I have inside. Although I am not an island of my own, I can be as far as possible from it all and within I take a break from the general human condition (uncertain, raging and short sighted).

We should verify Paul's thoughts in his books... the spiritual food I'm eating these days is feather light; it isn't milk and it isn't meat either. Dogma is a dangerous thing, even if it's intended for unity it actually brings more division. The Torah makes a compromise with biology in terms of the need to eat meat, but the first diet was always plant based and well, feather light. Philosophy and wisdom are too feather light and my heart is full, healthy and well fed.

If there is a time for sowing then there is a time for reaping too, and the harvest came to fill me up. The years I lost worrying and pacing are now being replenished with blissful and steady growth. This is how I have been looking after myself, and it's nice to know someone who has been doing the same too.

No one else can be our redeemer, but ourselves; however there is something noble and strong in travelling on the same path. Inspiring, if I may say so. Grown old, but not weary. Yes, sore at times but strong, resisting very little.

The quiet, but deep resonance of a piano cord released is almost palpable in my chest... it's slow and grounding, attesting my breath. Being able to hear this secondary sound makes me believe I have arrived somewhere important, somewhere safe... safe within.