I used to be an angry man

I find myself in a mellower state of mind these days. Father Zablonski visited the monastic community here the last few days and I've been sat for many hours talking and listening (speech was granted for his arrival) to the great musical man. He has been performing a show for the local Mushroom Group, a collection of people devoted to astral projection and weird, head-fuck drug-taking. I allowed myself a visit to the show and ended up off my face, tripping and reeling. It was uplifting despite the disorientation.

My mood: It's a lot better than it has been. Sometimes I have pangs for the outside, but these are satisfied by occasional forays on behalf of the monastery. I suppose that the greatest stresses I face these days are ones that are linked to nature itself as I tend to the root vegetables in the monastery growing area, but I learnt quite rapidly that ire directed at an abstract force is futile and a waste of energy. Some people are still quite capable of pissing me off, but all in all I blow my top and then return to a balance quite rapidly. That's a lot better than stewing in my filthy anger and hate.

I have little else to report other than a tiredness in my bones as a result of this long, cold winter. Still, mustn't grumble.