Amidst the confusion of the times the conflicts of conscience and the turmoil of daily living an abiding faith becomes an anchor to our lives.

There was a great complexity to my father. He was a devoted family man. But in the same breath he simply was not suited to an anchored life. He should have been somebody who had a backpack an old map a bit of change in his pocket and that was it - roaming the world.

I'm single footloose and fancy free I have no responsibilities no anchors. Work friendship and self-improvement that's me.