Dude, where?
“What is a he ro?”
Out west well the west coast of the north island on the bottom of the world hell it ain’t even on every map (ffs it’s geography why doesn’t anybody know where Palmy is get a fing map, the coast is close the beaches are sandy and long, wft dude you are unhinged move along, it’s been a long week, long week ffs a bad year, damn you went there, what did you expect? 2 ryes on Tuesday you expect me to hold it together? ffs get on with it alright, you just dialogued yourself your gonna get turned into the mental health team if you keep this up, fuck that was low edit that out, F.O. it all hurts, fair).
Out west there was a fella. His handle was “mate”, “friend” at least that’s what the Plunderers called him, he never had much use for it himself. He answered to dude, “the dude” wasn’t a name most would self apply. There is a lot about the dude that didn’t make much sense.
In the Manawatu he was roaming football pitches kicken’ it. He wasn’t the fastest, he seemed to move some and yell a lot but he tried. He never had link up play with Messi or knocked the long ball to Ronaldo or saw the Dame in her undies but he’s seen some shit…
He seemed to be in the right place, at the right time it wasn’t always good (cover the defense block a shot into his own mitt and give up a late PK F.O.), at times it was hell but he kept showing up. Not much phased him, he didn’t like it he raged at times but quickly resumed one foot in front of the other.
Some may call him a he — ro but mostly he hopes to be present. Just aware of the current moment. In that tiny space where stimulus noxious, joyous, tragic any stimulus gives him a pause to be. There the dude can do nothing, or love, commiserate, show horror or just show up on the good days or bad ones. He can respond he is able or he can just be.
Te Wero (the Challenge)
Tranquility ~ no matter what happens you control your response. You can’t swim in or stir the pond to make the water clear you can only wait and be still.