It was my wife's birthday recently, so this is a meditation in honour of her.

It's also about her.

So Lucy, if you're listening, I know this is probably making you cringe, but I promise

it'll be okay.

The dear listener, I think a good place to start, is telling you about the moment I realised

I was going to ask her to marry me.

My wife and I are heading to Austin, Texas, for the South by Southwest Conference and Festival.

We're both excited.

Starting in Glasgow, we change at Heathrow and get on a much bigger plane out to Austin.

I recognise a couple of people I know for my old life in London, who also going over

for South by Southwest.

I suspect most of us on the plane are.

I always enjoy checking off.

My hands in my lap, my feet planted firmly.

Breathing.

Feeling the smooth metallic surface of the buckle around the seatbelt, this symbol of safety.

Goes to my belly and the gentle rhythm of breathing.

The physicality of what is like to accelerate along the runway, the vibrations of the cabin,

and the always surprising moment when we lift off.

And I just support it by the air.

Noise, movement, people, and car.

Just breathing.

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