I’ve ne’er understood the term ‘hold it down’ the way I do now. Developing the ability to not allow things to rise up and be dealt with by the irrational, chaotic and downright childish mind, instead literally ‘holding it down’ in the heart or, as any Yogi would prefer; ‘solar plexus’, is one of the most important things I’ve learnt. It’s a whole new level. And (annoyingly) it’s always been there. Somewhat uncomfortable for anyone that knows me to hear that; up until this point, my life was essentially ruled by something with the organisation, rationale and calm, akin to a noisy Saturday morning kids TV show. With gunge. And an annoying purple and green puppet thing. Crossed the finish line for May Bank Holiday. Summer is marked when talk frequently turns to that of the boat. And I can breathe again. Saw Cuban Brothers play last night. Cliches firmly in place, fake tans, white fedoras and Havana’s. Enough to set the old self right off. Managed to hold it down though. – View on Path.
