“So,” he asks, “how does it feel to be married to a living saint?” Mrs. Rogers winces. “Yeah, I don’t much like that word. It suggests that his way of being,” pointing to her husband, “is unattainable. He’s not a perfect person. He gets angry. He’s learned how to deal with it.” She now looks at the journalist. “He works at it. It’s a practice.” The gentle road home. You don’t chase happiness, you cultivate tranquility.
