Is going into meditation 'running' from it? At last month's folk club debut, Buddy Tabor asked me and my SP to sing a Hank Williams song with him backing us up. I finally said, OK, I'll do it.

His was the last set and "our" song was going to be the last song. As his set wore on I went into a freak out mode: my heart pounded in my throat right next to my stomach, my bones became like water- in fact I had to leave the hall and go to the toilet twice...

Then I took stock and realized that I was making far too big a deal of it and sent myself into meditation.

The image that came up was of my brother who died in 1999. He was a good musician and he loved performing. As he headed for the stage, guitar in hand and a look of anticipation on his face, I knew that if he could anticipate it like that, there was no reason that I could not do it.

And I did.