Today on the boat, my loneliness is sublime. The weather is warm, the beach is empty and a flurry of watercrafts buzz around me as the party preparations are underway. When I set off yesterday, it was more in defiance than ambition, as my heart is broken and open. I let my guard down and was taken in by a siren song and this weekend is for adventuring and little bit of licking my wounds.  I’ve found that love, and her mistress grief, propel me into the universe and off the dock most often. As a student of love I somehow became a student of grief and loneliness. The boat is…