“This world is a mountain, and our action the shout:the echo of the shouts comes back to us.” —  Rumi, The Masnavi I Ma’navi , Trans. E. H. Whinfield She was walking past me in a hurry, headphones in, her pace light but determined — that London rhythm of people moving between places. But when she saw me raise a hand, signalling I wanted to speak, she paused. She slipped out one earbud, then the other, and smiled as if she had been listening to something she could easily retur

"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others."  —  Mahatma Gandhi They appeared at the turn of a quiet street in Kensington — three officers on patrol, moving with that mix of alertness and ease that comes from routine. The pavement was narrow, and they stepped aside to let me pass, but I stopped instead. There was something about their warmth — the kind that dissolves the usual distance between uniform and passerby. The woman among them caught

In a sunlit café, a graceful Turkish woman shared how the sea, silence, and small acts of kindness help her find peace. She walks away from conflict, prays softly, and gives quietly — not to be seen, but to stay steady. Her daughter copes differently, turning inward for rest. Two lives, two rhythms — both deeply human. A reflection on calm, resilience, and the quiet power of choosing peace.