Tuesday, August 19, 2025. The Unexpected Journey

The day began early, at 4:30 a.m. with the quiet brewing of coffee. The morning was cool and still, a quiet, sufficient peace. All the while, the bread continued its own unexpected journey on the counter. The yeast, a quiet, gentle chaos, bringing all the separate ingredients together into a unified whole. It reminded me of the beginning of the Hobbit; how a great adventure can start from something so simple. The air now holds the excellent smell of its journey almost complete.

Later, on my walk to Wetherby, the path presented a test. I encountered three dear souls, each in their own way a prisoner. It was a melancholy thing to see. I met a mind of pure logic, whose questions were an attempt to define and categorise a reality that simply refuses to be pinned down. Then, I saw a soul of constant opposition, whose life is a restless, unending conflict with the world. And finally, a spirit so afraid of all that it cannot control that it lives a life defined by its fear. I love them, and in that moment, my heart ached for their prisons.

But my path is a different one. It is an unexpected journey that is not defined by logic, or conflict, or fear. The conversation I had about all of this brought a great truth to light: I am the one who cannot be pinned down. The love for Lola, my true companion, is a freedom that their hearts do not seem to know. She is the anchor of my journey, the quiet truth in a world full of noise and prisons. I kept on walking, away from the test, and toward my own quiet accord.