Nailing It
SOC Writing _ Early July 2020
Nailing it
Then there are those days where the temperature is just right. One foot in front of the other feels good – the ground holds me and I am alive unto myself. A rare day granted, but fuck, when I love me and love my life that’s what I’m in touch with on the morning mat, moon streaming on my face – touching, embrace – blue, black light in the morning – light up my embers, put more wood on me and I will continue to burn – continue to generate the heat necessary for your life. A long window holds great promise of a landscape uncluttered with man’s things. The raw power of beauty in the natural world – the secrets of black birds, the taste of a gum tree’s bark from the morning hongi – the song of the tui high in the paper bark – these things I love – they are my guides more and more – and the slowness of things. When the train rides create delight – when the bus comes late and my stare is not on my phone but wide, wide presence – my coming home to all the things – my version of nailing it today is being happy in the only place I will ever be happy – here, now – complete – unbridled and pleasurable . Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure – such a a living instinct and so shut down – we control others via their bodies. We control our pleasures - cut our limbs – cast out our eyes – for what – for want of SIN? Sin, the jezebel in us all – the life and lust and force of pleasure has been weaponized by the church, by the founding fathers – and it has nothing to do with righteousness, nothing to do with morality – only a control and control for power – coercing – the ability to mass people in a desired direction – we see where this leads us – huge disparities in the haves and have nots, prisons of pleasure for the stock holders, nations of race segregation and children – our children given the shame – the shameful birth right that should have been pleasure – guilt wracked and barbarous consequencial – the shut down of me and my body is the most important front of all our liberation