And this is the way it’s gonna be. We’ll start by saying this just rocks. Rocks as in rock as in strength. Rocks as in rock and roll as in fun. Rocks as in cool as in ice. Ooh, ice, yes, here we go. It’s only cold for a couple of seconds, but hot is how it’s gonna go. Go, go, go. People, at times, seem to ignore it. People, at times, get angry that you don’t ignore it as well. I was so calm when someone, a couple of years ago, bitterly, told me Oh, you should stop listening to this thing (pointing at my stomach) so much. Oh, how I did not like the taste of that in my stomach. A lightning struck inside. A whole lot of feelings and thoughts flooding into my entire being, all at once.
I felt people being puzzled by it before, but it actually takes someone to say it to your face for you to realise just how invincible you truly feel thanks to it precisely. Thanks! You don’t even need to fight back. Obviously. You’re a lover, not a fighter, but you’re going to fight for love, roar. In your own unique way. Doing it even when nobody knows that you do makes you feel good.
Luckily, I love the ocean way too much not to let it overflow allover, all at once, also. See? It gets majestic. It’s what intuition feels like. The thunder smells like. The sun on your skin. Yes, I can definitely do that. What? Trust. Go with the flow.
You know when I don’t know what you call that is you and when I don’t know what you call that is not. Picture Miuccia Prada. Her style is inimitable, one can’t say anything about it because it’s so naturally her. It’s untouchable. Picture I don’t know what you call that is you. Same. It’s when you know for sure. You like it, you feel right, your stomach is free. Metaphorically, of course, but very much literally, too. You taste it and, and, and it’s love on the brain, boom. Boom, boom.
You know for sure, but, all of a sudden, it explodes, implodes, and you think F*ck, what’s that? That was unexpected, but it’s getting hot, remember. The ships that seemed unbreakable broke, all of a sudden? The love that you, not for a bit, questioned in any way, in a way even you were, later on, struck by in stunned silence, along with your stomach, what do you call that? Man, I really am that, I don’t know what you call that that. Fortunately, your gut has always been subtly pulsing. It’s the death and rebirth you might’ve heard about or not, but it surely feels like that. You can’t put a finger on it, nor do you feel any need to, you don’t feel anything. The time seems to have stopped. Now what? Time for a hug.
Change is what life is all about, but in the moment, you don’t think about ooh change. You just live the whole thing, it feels just as natural as it must feel for the waves to wash over the shore. And sometimes I get so scared of what I can’t understand, but here I am, next to you. All these flowers around me got me in awe. My dad tells me that this specific kind of wild daises open themselves up as soon as the sun comes up and close themselves down as soon as the sun goes down. Every day. They don’t open up at all if they can’t see the sun. The tip of the back of their petals is pink, the lively kind of pink.
The birds are chirping af. My dad tells me it’s because of the season we’re in, it’s mid May. It’s their, ta-da, mating season. They declare their love, they decide on where to settle their nest, we’re all assisting a symphony in open air, at sunset. All pink now, wink, on a blanket, in the garden. The petals falling from the blossoming cherry tree I’m under are everything. Just as it is this mental note I took, on my dad’s birthday, this mid May. His wish came true.
Other flowers open up as soon as the sun goes down. Seeing a flower opening up, in front of your eyes, in a couple of seconds, and being gently intoxicated by its smell, every day in Summer, at sunset – because this is what a flower in our garden does – is what this change from above starts to feel like. Usually, people film a flower blossoming, for who knows how many hours, and fast forward it into a couple of seconds. Wow, we all go. Now, imagine this flower putting on a show every night.
Let’s take cherries, for instance. You, most definitely, feel like skipping the who know how many hours and are dying to eat the cherries. See? Hot. I feel you. But when you see something transforming right in front of your eyes – let’s take kittens getting out of our Loona, for instance – a sort of sparkle comes through. Comes true. It’s everywhere, really, when you stop for a second and see.
What do you think about the whole belly, in plain sight, for the whole world to see? is what a friend, casually, asked me, on our casual last Friday evening. I hadn’t given it much thought, but I knew I liked it, always felt like saying hi. What does it mean when a woman decides to pose naked with a baby inside her belly? When a woman carries her baby, in plain sight, for the whole world to see. We were outside, watching the sunset, the breeze helped us see the entire spirit of an interesting Spring day, slowly vanishing into the night. Sun, clouds, sun again, clouds, the wild daisies must’ve gone mad, the clouds did for sure, the mad clouds that seemed to have come out of nowhere, boom, strong, strong wind and, boom, it all calmed down.
A beautiful, naked, round belly, instantly, comes to mind. Then, the word art does. I think Isn’t this the biggest work of art ever? and say Hm, I’ve never actually said it out loud, not even in my own mind, ever. I don’t know what’s being said about it, but what I do know that a baby is inside a belly, a belly that is out there for everyone to see, feels a bit like Fontana di Trevi. I go on. Peacefully. The sky feels light even though it’s getting dark. Just thinking about the entire process blows my mind. The transformation a woman’s body is able to perform is magical. It’s an artistic moment in time. Poetic. Supremely powerful. For the mom and for everyone who sees it. On the cover of a magazine, on your couch, in the eyes of someone you adore, random in the street or, you know, the Super Bowl. It’s her and her baby in… Her. As natural as touching it for the daddy must be. Basically, the baby is naked all the time, you know what that feels like, free, and is in plain sight, for the whole world to see, not a care in the world. Both the mom and the dad listen to the relationship the baby wants to have with them. Honesty is essential to making your relationship as strong as it can be. And the belly is so close to the stomach. Wink. In tune. Enjoying fully every moment. It’s lifestyle. From the womb, it seems.
Whether you want a baby or not, you still came from a womb, you yourself were a baby, once.
A discussion I often have with mom is about the baby deciding on the relationship the baby wants to have with the world and about the baby deciding on the relationship the baby wants to have with themselves. We’re a continuous work of art. Regardless of conditions or society, we’re thankful for everything our parents and everyone around us did for us and to us, we’re all here doing our best, transforming into the grown ups we’ve always dreamt to be. A grown up is a synonym for a baby forever transforming. If you’re going to pretend like you don’t care, then don’t look it up, but fun fact: Miu Miu herself has an office slide that begins next to her desk and ends in the outdoor courtyard of her work place.
Hey Siri, pause.
Siri paused.
In fact.
Hey Siri, stop.
There’s nothing to stop here, literally said Siri.
Meeting someone new feels like riding the slide every time. A clean slate for you to begin anew. It’s the very you and the very them in the very moment. A perfect opportunity to introduce strangers straight into your heart – because hey – and, surprise, to climb up mountains to be able to be honest with yourself. Luckily, you enjoy being physical and a good view. The light inside of you. Life is funny, life is real and interesting even when you look fear in the eyes. Of course it is, the light is having a party, as fear tries to take the I don’t know what you call that out of you. I know, welcome to the party. Your light keeps on getting brighter and brighter instead. Wow, they said without saying. Peace is having a blast. Thank goodness you like to learn and, boom, compassion wraps it up. It’s not about you, it’s about them, but it’s also about you, roar. This time, I know exactly where to go. Me. Naked. Free.
The title belongs to Midge, in a brand new episode of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
They say you’re arrogant, very much to your surprise (or not) again, but if focus looks like arrogance to them, then so be it. You know who you wanted to be, you know who you are. We’re all human here sharing an electric, suave wave. It’s invisible, it’s what makes the wave electric and suave. Wow. Just like the touch of the perfect breeze is. You know? You’re in plain sight, in front of the sun, and the perfect breeze comes in. Ooh.
You know when you bump into someone really special. It’s chemistry. Electric. Suave. It’s what family is, to begin with. Question marks show up there, too, from time to time, or all of the time, some of them breezy, some of them hardcore, it’s when intuition is flying all over the place, it’s when the embracing kind of wind is connecting the two of you. Ideally, you both feel it. You power through. It’s the people that mean forever to you. You take the responsibility for you. Ideally, they take responsibility for themselves. You even agree to do it for them, when they don’t, until they do, and who knows, maybe vice versa, but remember, we’re responsible for everything that happens to us. Of course we are, everything happens for us.
Dance. Have faith in the dots.
I was eleven when I was singing this song, totally in the mood, moving my hands accordingly and everything, and my brother told me something. I don’t remember his words exactly, but I remember the look in his soft, sweet eyes. He must’ve been hungover post one of his parties I must’ve assisted at, without a doubt. It was one of our things. The girls that liked him a lot used to put me to bed and I, of course, used to get out of it, you know the drill. The baby sister kind of vibe, aw. Aw for me, not so much for him then, but I guess we’ve always considered that honesty is essential to making our relationship as strong as it can be, so. It was Mia going Giiirl, pow-pow-pow-pow, you’ll be a womaaan soon. Anytime (anytime) this song pops out, my brain, even if only for a second, goes to that moment in time. It could’ve slid away, but I was there. And so was he. A moment for us to just be.
When you know something for sure, but, all of a sudden, it explodes, implodes, and you think F*ck, what’s that?, you know that I don’t know what you call that is not you anymore. The focus sharpens, you’re done with what anyone is saying if what anyone is saying doesn’t feel right to your gut, you act quickly, you don’t overthink, it’s all clear, all the decisions you took got you here today, innumerable moving dots of bright light, hot, someone plus someone make love, roar, two natural orgasms later, fun inside the womb and, boom, baby, hi!