Friday, 13 October 2023

A practice text

 This is the story of Tom, a cat that likes to sleep on the couch  on the rug  on the chair on the pillow.

Manola is a ten-year-old dog, originally from Brazil and currently living in the Netherlands, together with Pepper, her nine-year-old dog sister and Tom, her eight-year-old cat/protegĂ© brother. Despite her age, Manola is a very active dog -- she likes to go out with her sister, where their father, M, locks their leash on his waist and takes them out for a run by bike. 

Every day, when M is about to go out with the dogs, he performs a small routine. It starts with him putting on his shoes - at this time, Manola is most likely sleeping soundly under the duvet, but Pepper.. oh, Pepper is already alert. Pepper is probably a mix of Grey Hound so she LOVES to run, simple like that. Said that it is actually Pepper that is taking everyone out for a run. Anyway, the routine continues as M puts on his dark green raincoat and heads to the laundry room to get the equipment for the outing. The list is quite big, actually -- in the package it includes: six small treats for the dogs: two for while putting on the leash, two for while in the lift coming back after the run, and two for while taking out the leash; poop-bags (always pack poop-bags, peeps!); three leashes, being two for the dogs and one for M. Getting to this point has gotten M two little shadows, who keep walking behind him until he is ready and move on to the living room.

Zoomies can be the definition of this phase - the very agitated and happy dogs start playing around the living room, mostly on the couch. M calls for Manola, once she is the leader of the pack and has to have everything first. The tradition goes as follows: first, M gets the leash with his left hand then, with his right hand he gets a treat and asks Manola to sit. He then puts the leash on her and gives her the treat -- this is now the funniest part: M tells Manola to call her sister and Manola starts zooming after Pepper for her to come and get her leash done soon, soon, soon. They start to play on the couch and it can take sometimes up to two minutes until they calm down. Pepper comes then running and the routine goes the same way. Ready to go? Absolutely not! Manola has still to eat some grains of food for energy and M and Pepper have to wait for her to finish without rushing, otherwise, she will feel sick and everything will just be slower.

Okay, now they are ready to go. Mommy wishes them a good outing and everyone goes happily out for some exercise.

What about Tom, you ask? Well, he is deaf and kept on sleeping on his pillow at the entrance hall for the whole time, without even noticing a thing.

Sunday, 30 April 2023

Shame

Shame on you and the things you like
Shame on you and the things you wear
Shame on you and the things you see
Shame on you 'cause you wanna be free

Shame on how you think things through
In a mad despair of being you
The things you like and the things you see
Are just a part of what you wanna be

Shame is not what you wanna feel
When all is gone and you are still
But you hung your head in shame
And you you only are to blame

You see things from begin' to end
and enjoy every single moment
Now why is shame a common friend ?
There is no way to understand

Shame on you
and on what you're going through
'cause there is no shame
in being you

Saturday, 29 April 2023

Restr-aint?

We don't think there's a real understanding of the need of being restrained.
Loosing all the control - the power, our power - over others, but specially over ourselves.
The seduction.
The touch.
The fierce.
We are aware of our entire body: of every--single--piece of it.
All is sensitive to touch and you - oh, you know that.
And you like it and abuse it ... ;)

Losing the control is not only about the body, it's mostly about the mind.
It's the mind we want to liberate;
to calm down.
We just want to stop for a moment and be free.
Free from all the thoughts, from all the decisions.
From the world.
From ourselves.

Being restrained is being aware of our surroundings;
is using all our senses;
is letting who we are to just be.
Using all the sensations to embrace the moment
and only being able to lose ourselves in it.
It's being freed while being contained.
It's calming down amidst the torture.

It looks like we can't free our our mind - no matter what
and being immersed in a powerless moment
sounds just like freedom.

Freedom--
We want to try it.
We need to try it.