12I need to calm down, reef my sail, meditate. Cross-legged in the saloon with a cushion in the small of my back, I sink under my tumbling thoughts, through my compulsive activity, behind the entrancing glamour of living. I follow my breath slowly down into a still clear well of just knowing, deep within. I bare myself to a love that is waiting, a full embrace. I embody a quality of intelligence I can barely withstand. I know that all things are as they should be in this most perfect of worlds. The whole of life is living me. I don’t need to hold on. What I have is worth much more. When I resurface, I’m clear and calm again.
As we do every day, Emily and I set off for town to walk the streets, up and down and up and down, filling in time before a movie. Somewhere I’m scared that, if I sto
