Fresh Tuna at 2AM

I have/had a disease to please.
I'm sure most people can resonate with that at some point or part of their lives. Humans fucking created domestication. Thankfully, as I have lived through more experiences and life, the importance of self-authenticity becomes paramount. I would not so easily deny my true self to make some other one happy especially when I know that You make yourself happy. I mean it's easy to be happy when you are in love, you've won the lotto, you have a roof over your head and someone remembers your birthday. When you don't have a place to take a shit or can't even pass a bowel movement and you can still be happy, you are a superhero. Not that it would matter much to you anyway. Your the type of person who wouldn't need this kind of blog or reminder.

When you do this simple thing called making yourself happy, your being, consciousness and presence are the source of your happiness. You are real. It makes connecting with another soul even sweeter and as real as it can get. There are no false selves or pretenses involved. Yesterday I met Pat a fisherman. He is the patriach of a family laying claim to 30+ huge fishing boats off the Philippines, somewhere perhaps in the South China Sea. With their experience in open water and luck with the catch, Japanese boats are known to lurk and to stalk their water and navigation. They've supplied fish in many parts of Asia. Tuna is the specialty, he however loves Salmon. Too bad he's not fishing in Alaska or Norway.

His Tuna is Wild, just as my love for him is. When I say Wild, it could be better stated as natural or organic. I like him simply on the merit that we are connected, authenticity was exchanged. He feed me sashimi, I could not say no. I didn't have to feel that fake kindness or niceness for the sake of networking or preserving an image, it was an "it's all good" kind of beach day where you just totally are yourself, one of my favorite experiences.

His guys came at 2AM to deliver a gargantuan Tuna. There is enough to feed four families and a crew of men in my dad's shop. I wonder if this is how Inuits feel when someone brings in a Huge Seal that can feed them for the entire winter. I was not about to sit on the floor strewn out with bits of Raw Tuna everywhere but the thought did cross my mind.

My radical raw veganism of last year finds itself morphing to flexitarianism. I'm defining it as mostly vegan with rare exceptions usually involving cultural experience or exchanges of generousity. I'm okay with it and although some of my raw friends might see this as a lapse in my process I don't give a fuck because I'm okay with it. Of course, I recognize it but I think loving and appreciating your food and its source is at least as important as what you are consuming. I mean if you after educating yourself about Nutrition, Calorie Density, Calorie Quality, etc. still find a bag of lays truly satisfying I'm not gonna stop you. I have no idea if I'm right or your right. Go with your experience.

After an authentic exchange of love without pretext, excuse me while I enjoy this fresh wild tuna from the sea and the love and generosity behind it. Thank you Tuna for feeding me, Thank you Pat for thinking of me, Thank you tastebuds for tasting and Thank you body for digesting and converting these proteins into strands of C,H,O,N,P...etcs that I can use!

Don't eat meat if you don't love it, Don't be vegan if you hate every moment you are separated from bacon...Life is too short!!!

Life is too short.

I'm sore from a strong attempt at more ashtanga today, sunburnt from yesterday's jetski ride, feeling the blisters from some high intensity ballroom dancing. It's hard for me to imagine I was bored this morning. That seems so distant now. This happens in my yoga practice too. Once I reach Savasana the painful senstations set burning through my calves, up my hamstrings, crossing my quadriceps and finding its way to my obliques, along my intercostals and up my biceps to the tips of my fingers after the 21st sun salutation b series are placed aside for the superior feeling of surrender and relaxation. I'm happy for the gate theory of pain. I like the one receptor deal.

It's all fucking worth it for that place of stillness and peace.

I think it's one of the sweetest places you create for yourself. The trippiest part about it is that you cannot be too conscious or trying to make that space. Like breathing, it just kinda happens. It's not anything you can do but rather a place created when you just are living in your totality. A human BEING.