A Long Overdue Love Letter
From Body To Mind.
Hi good morning,
It seems to me like this is a good time to flash a dashing smile at that one stranger. Since yes, indeed, this morning you are feeling yourself. There’s a slight jump in your step, and yes, it’s actually warm in February.
The sun drops a little lower as if tilting its top hat, a true gentleman. That’s how I like them, and “thank you,” I’ll say because you are rising from the east on your daily commute, and I’m heading west on mine, so you’re just behind me, and I can see my shadow leading the way.
This beat is SICK, and my left hand is drifting into a rhythm (like an undulation), and that just made another stranger smile. Dancing is sound in flesh and blood — it is movement organizing the space around it, and I am here for it.
I am here for all of this.
I am a feminist — in favor of women’s mobilization. I believe in the putting into motion of each body of each woman.
For it is only within her own living, mobile body that she can find her strength. Saying “my body belongs to me” is not an act of reclaiming, it’s a taking possession of our body’s desires and possibilities. And to dare live them.
This body does not receive pleasure, it takes it. It takes pleasure just like power is not received; it is owned and embodied.
This is the theatre of the daily where I observe myself in action, where I observe movement and light and shade and sound. Where I merge with the whole world until the whole of my self no longer stops at the boundaries of my skin — That is love in its truest form. I am spect-actor of my life this day and the next day and the next. I am resistance in place — I own my pleasure and my openness. I am a self-contained organism. I am your first place of worship and will forever be your home.
With love,
Body.






