Saturday, May 30, 2020
Friday, May 29, 2020
Friday Letters: but this time lines of poetry
We have always read in books especially those dealing with
the female gender that women in the past didn’t have the same privileges and
rights that we enjoy now and sometimes take for granted. We have read a lot of stories,
most of them horror stories to the modern readers’ eyes, those sufferings of
women in terms of being treated as objects to serve their family with the view
of acquiring more power in the name of ‘marriage’ it happened not just in royal
families but also in those families with noble bloods or those in trading field.
We know of women who were never given a proper identification in history, those
not treated as citizens, as exemplified in the Greek community – only the men were
considered citizens therefore they had the exclusive right to decide for
everyone. Those practices in other cultures where the wives will be buried
alive along with their dead husbands. There was a time when women weren’t
permitted to vote, weren’t allowed to enter libraries, weren’t allowed to go to
school. Even in English language, we based the word women from the word men, female
from the word male. It is like we are always defining ourselves as the other,
we are not of males, therefore we must be females, expertly eradicating or
devaluing anything unique that comes from being a female. Automatically placing
our identity below or underneath the ‘standard,’ which is the male. It is in
these very unfair standards, that even now women unconsciously surrender their
power/authority to this deep conditioning, that the wonderful essay of Ursula
Leguin, Introducing Myself was molded and has taken shape.
One thing in particular that I am most curious about is the inequality
that women faced in receiving education. The books I have read about the history
of education would more than oftentimes talk about males going to school, teaching
in schools or academies, males doing research or writing or copying books,
males discovering earth-shaking concepts or writing theories or treatises. The
monopoly of males in the early days of education is not something that one
overlooks. Let’s look at the early days of education in the Philippines, with
the Spaniards bringing with them the Christian religion, they started setting
up seminaries and then eventually large catholic schools in many parts of the
country. These were our earliest form of schooling in Spanish colonial period,
and of course, they were exclusive to males. Most of the Filipino thinkers who
came from rich families got their education from these catholic schools/universities,
and what about their sisters? The sisters mostly stayed home, learning domestic chores,
tending to the daily needs of the family: cooking, washing dishes, washing clothes
while their brothers went on to become doctors, philosophers, writers, priests, painters,
lawyers, teachers, professors etc. We only started admitting Filipino females
in schools in early 1900s, barely a hundred years. Therefore, if we look at it
more closely, in our country, we are barely at the third or fourth generation
of living the concept of the educated independent woman, free to choose the life
she wants to live as she can study freely and earn freely and express herself
freely in the 21st century.
~
However, in such view of the old ways which is a kind of a grim
picture for women all over the world that I want to tell a story about this
particular woman. In the darkness of the past, women who were denied education
or even denied basic rights to lead independent lives in the early centuries struggled
hard to survive and flourish, some of them refusing the role forced upon them
to play. It is in this grim background that I marvel at some courageous souls
who dared to find a way to go against the prevailing norms and tried to live in
the light, refusing to be confined in the constricting binds of the moral codes
unjustly bestowed upon them. One of the names that floated was that of Veronica
Franco (1546-1591), an Italian cortigiana onesta, an honored courtesan and a
poet. She was raised by her mother who was also a courtesan, her intellectual
life was nourished from sharing with her brothers’ education by private tutors.
She was soon married to Paolo Panizza, an arranged union, which of course was
the norm during that time because the radical concept of marrying for love only
started around late 18th to early 19th century. She asked
to be separated from him soon after, and she went on to become a famous poet
and of course a courtesan to the elite.
As a poet, her words were filled with passion, bordering on
erotic. Most of the subjects of her poems were based on her engagements with her
clients and also there were some recordings of her everyday life, deemed to be
a rich resource of the life of those in the same profession in that period of
time. Let’s try to read some of the lines:
I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore's freedom over a wife's obedience. I confess I find more ecstasy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me... Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed.- From the movie A Destiny of her Own
Despite the religious undertones (using words like confess,
prayer, surrender), we can easily read her all-consuming passion about being
one with her lover. And she was just expressing what she truly feels. As
indicated, the lines were taken from the movie, A Destiny of her Own a biographical
film about Veronica Franco, which was released in 1992. A movie hailed by critics
as a tale told from a woman’s point of view. However, many readers/watchers
would have found it too erotic for a woman to feel, to express or to
experience.
I wonder, would we even feel somewhat repulsed if these
words came from a man and not a woman?
Once again, we can see this constricting standard on how women
should behave in the society, what role must a woman play to be a respectable
one. In this case a woman must be an obedient wife, which Veronica deliberately
refused. But is it just because she wants another role to play, she is already
wrong? Should a woman always try to fit the mold shaped for her without
questioning why there is a mold in the first place? Should a woman live her
life according to the expectations of others?
Another angle that I want us to look at is the age-old woman
trope of the virgin and the temptress. The ideal woman is always the virgin and
the fallen one is always the temptress. In this ultra-modern hyper-fast
technological world, did we ever walk away from this dichotomy of what a woman
must be? Is a thinking woman who wants to follow another path and in the
process refusing to fit into the mold that was shaped for her will always be considered a temptress? And is the virgin will always be the obedient one, not
thinking for herself, but she who will gladly go into the tight mold without
any will to question why is it even there?
I believe women are far more complicated than any trope. It
is not just black and white, there are huge spaces in between for gray areas.
sources:
https://www.lib.uchicago.edu/efts/IWW/BIOS/A0017.html
https://www.brainpickings.org/2014/10/17/ursula-k-le-guin-gender/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dangerous_Beauty
https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/07/10-tropes-about-women-women-should-stop-laughing-about/325782/
https://www.jstor.org/stable/42634820?seq=1
sources:
https://www.lib.uchicago.edu/efts/IWW/BIOS/A0017.html
https://www.brainpickings.org/2014/10/17/ursula-k-le-guin-gender/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dangerous_Beauty
https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/07/10-tropes-about-women-women-should-stop-laughing-about/325782/
https://www.jstor.org/stable/42634820?seq=1
Thursday, May 28, 2020
Let's keep the peace
Something Wonderful / From the Broadway Musical The King and I
He will not always say What you would have him say, But now and then he'll do Something Wonderful.
~ He has a thousand dreams That won't come true, You know that he believes in them And that's enough for you. You'll always go along, Defend him where he's wrong And tell him, when he's strong He is Wonderful He'll always Need your love And so he'll get your love. A man who needs your love Can be Wonderful.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Bill Withers - Lovely Day (Audio)
Lovely Day / Originally performed by Bill Withers
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
❤️Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Moods #1: typing on the keyboard, until after midnight
Monday, May 25, 2020
Monday once again!
Dear Readers,
Happy long weekend! Don't you feel the quietness of the morning? No rushing traffic, no mad-sprint going to the office, no student crossing the street going to school, yes, it is because it is a holiday today. Although, yes you might be thinking I am a little loony to think that even now I still look forward to what they deem as long weekend, when in fact we have been under quarantine for more than two months now, well please indulge me in this one. I know full well that we have all been staying home for more than what we wanted, and we haven't seen friends in person for such a loooong time, it is really such a sad situation. I never really thought that going out with friends constitute such a big part of my happiness. Virtual hugs to all my friends, I miss you all.
Well, going back to being ecstatic for having a long weekend, it is a kind of a habit to consider it as one of the most sought after weekends of our year ~ we usually consider the long weekends when booking a flight, right? I usually associate long weekends to doing more things that are not part of our daily grind, like flying to visit a province, or reading books to our hearts content or cooking something grand or just staying in bed doing nothing and daydreaming, or spending more time with friends outdoors, in short it is a kind of break from the usual hectic schedule of our everyday lives.
Anyway, I honor this long weekend with these pages of one of my favorite books ~ it is a compilation of stories designed to make us believe in the beauty and goodness of humanity ~ the book is called Master Tells Stories volume 2. It is written by a Buddhist nun. And of course the stories are of Buddhist sensibilities, which are actually universal. So whatever your creed is, whatever faith we have, I think we can all learn and get inspired from this wonderful story. This makes it universal. We might come from different perspectives but I believe we still share the same vision of humanity, same definition of love and same aspiration for a beautiful future of the world.
I read this story whenever I feel too overwhelmed by my failures. It makes me believe that whenever we lose our way, stories have the power to drive us back to our real direction. And this is one of them.
There you have it, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did.
See you again dear readers.
Joyce
Friday, May 22, 2020
Friday Letters: An intense unclassifiable relationship
As part of
my ongoing Friday Love Letters of great minds, I would like to introduce the
complex love story of Ralph Waldo Emerson and Margaret Fuller. Both intellectuals
sensed that magnetic pull they exert on each other even at the very beginning
of their interaction. Being proponents of the sweeping movement of Trancendentalism
in the US, Waldo (1803) was seven years senior of Margaret (1810), but in each
other they found a kindred spirit when it came to looking at the world, its
intricacies and complexities. The major theme of their love story resided in
their difference in definition of intimacy. Both sensed that within each other,
their souls could communicate, that their minds could reach highs and depths together
where never before could they imagine that it was really possible. An
astounding revelation to both of them, and knowing full well that they could
never find the same intensity in another person, that kind of mystery could
only happen to the both of them.
Eventually,
this kind of intimate connection must be put in speech, therefore both had
started to venture discussing who they were in each other’s lives. A bit of a
background, Waldo at that time was married, although he was announcing to the
world that his marriage was dragging him to emotional and intellectual death, labeling
it as Mezentian marriage. He could never hold a conversation with his wife the
way he conversed with Margaret. He could never find the spark of mental
stimulation and perhaps romantic awakening in his domestic relations with his
wife, which consequently fueled the fire of intense relationship with his
intellectual soulmate, Margaret.
“He and Margaret found themselves on one side of an invisible wall, the rest of the world on the other. But neither knew what to make of this uncommon bond that didn’t conform to any existing template. The richest relationships are often those that don’t fit neatly into the preconceived slots we have made for the archetypes we imagine would populate our lives — the friend, the lover, the parent, the sibling, the mentor, the muse. We meet people who belong to no single slot, who figure into multiple categories at different times and in different magnitudes. We then must either stretch ourselves to create new slots shaped after these singular relationships, enduring the growing pains of self-expansion, or petrify,” Maria Popova, Brainpickings
For Margaret, being a free-thinking, open-minded creature,
she also had a parade of lovers while having her friendship with Waldo. Being fluid
in her gender, she shared intimacies with both men and women, however she
mentioned in many impassioned letters sent to Waldo that she felt, “so at home”
with him alone. As mentioned earlier, the labeling of their unclassified
relationship balled into a larger issue between them: she wanted to define the
relationship, he didn’t want to. Mainly, he was afraid of jumping from a dead-weight
marriage to another one if they indeed wanted to formalize their coupledom, he
thought that it would be too much to be caged the second time. Although in his
most demonstrative letter, Waldo told Margaret, “O divine mermaid or fisher of
men, to whom all gods have given the witch-hazel-wand… I am yours & yours
shall be.”
It is interesting
to note how Maria Popova, an essayist, highlighted the definition of intimacy:
This false notion of the body as the testing ground for intimacy has long warped our understanding of what constitutes a romantic relationship. The measure of intimacy is not the quotient of friction between skin and skin, but something else entirely — something of the love and trust, the joy and ease that flow between two people as they inhabit that private world walled off from everything and everyone else.
If we will use this definition intimacy as our measuring
scale to label the relationship between Waldo and Margaret, then we can say
that they were definitely and unquestionably a couple already. Judging from
their letters alone we know that both of them deeply knew the undeniable intimate
relationship that they had. But refusing to be boxed in classification, the
couple quietly agreed that they need not go through the rituals of marriage or
living together. They just allowed the relationship to naturally grow and take
flight.
Let us once again look at one of the letters Waldo sent to
Margaret and marvel at his romantic words:
Let us live as we have always done, only ever better, I hope, & richer. Speak to me of every thing but myself & I will endeavor to make an intelligible reply. Allow me to serve you & you will do me a kindness; come & see me… let me visit you and I shall be cheered as ever by the spectacle of so much genius & character as you have always the gift to draw around you.
~
Something to ponder on:
If you were Margaret,
would you let this relationship go on without both parties defining it? Don’t
we need grounding, and definitely to achieve grounding, we must define
something, only then can we achieve a clear look of its limits, its scope and
its parameters?
Source
https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/06/05/ralph-waldo-emerson-margaret-fuller-letters-figuring/
Of afternoons and tea
I have always wanted to have my own little backyard farm where I can plant and harvest some veggies and some fruits. This video provides a vision of a lifestyle that I want to achieve eventually.
Things to take note of:
Those jars, they are sorted well
Process of preservation
Drying, cutting, peeling fruits
Simple country living
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Sunday, May 17, 2020
Oh, and about 33 things/phrases
As a way to close the past year, let me try to write a list of some of the memorable, exciting, unexpected, weird, fateful, incomprehensible, magical, illogical, happy, terrifying and wonderful things that happened in my small yet excitement filled life.
01 ~ reluctant packing up
02 ~ moving out
03 ~ endless ride shares
04 ~ lalamove and moving in
05 ~ two blue suitcases
06 ~ honorary dismissal
07 ~ evening classes
08 ~ reflective portfolio on Education
09 ~ practice teaching
10 ~ fliptop battle
11 ~ Lapu-Lapu, Panday Pira, Urduja, St. Cecilia, St. Therese, St. Joseph and St. Monica
12 ~ grand demo
13 ~ the BIG day after grand demo
14 ~ visiting and staying in UMC with dad and mom
15 ~ Bambang and stethoscope
16 ~ Soler St, Binondo
17 ~ GSIS Manila Building
18 ~ Yoga in Silang
19 ~ Bukid Kabataan
20 ~ two bookmarks and coffee GCs
21 ~ Christmas and New Year cards from China, Japan and Manila
22 ~ Breakfast at Antonio's
23 ~ explosion of Taal volcano
24 ~ Senior Citizen booklets
25 ~ fixing government documents
26 ~ BIR RDO
27 ~ Trasierra
28 ~ huge stationery hauls from Shopee and Lazada :)
29 ~ Gourmet Farm, yum
30 ~ online classes with my students
31 ~ pandemic and ECQ and lockdown
32 ~ blogging again
33 ~ learning to cook more vegetarian dishes
As always, I am grateful for the year that was. It was filled with endings, beginnings, uncertainties and fateful encounters. Magical and absolutely unfamiliar. Definitely some of what happened last year will continue to spill into this year, but I still have to filter and define most of them. What I am really sure of now is that I am growing to be more accepting of myself. I am more connected to my core. Maybe adulting is not that bad after all but it takes a lot of effort and willingness to go through this journey.
To close this, let me bid 33 goodbye and hello 34.
Monday, May 11, 2020
Paradox, ECQ pain and you
Believer by Imagine Dragons
I was chockin' in the crowd
Building my rain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbin' and flowin'
Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down
It rained down like
Pain
~
It took me so long to realize that I have been benefiting immensely from the protection the ECQ is giving me, though I couldn't also discount the fact that it has indeed brought misery to my life by starting a cycle of unending chaos of adjustment, of which I don't know yet how to cope.
From my statement above we can see the words benefit and misery, two adjectives I use to describe ECQ all at the same breath. Very paradoxical. But true nonetheless.
Paradox. I love this word. It is defined as a statement or situation that may be true but seems impossible or difficult to understand because it contains two opposite facts or characteristics by Cambridge English dictionary. Theoretically and poetically, paradox is beautiful. It has that mystery. It has innate richness and it is intangible, full of metaphorical visualizations. Sensational. But trying to live it in real life is dangerous as it can have adverse effects in the psyche and psychological stability.
Sometimes I fantasize myself
as someone
who is built to handle a lot of complexities
in psychological level
and still live in the real plane
as if nothing's bothering me.
There are times I proved yes I can live it well,
but eventually I have my limits too.
My principles can only be stretched so far.
I might not be able to handle
you.
I might not
be able to handle
this.
I am afraid of so many things
lately.
I am worried of
so many things lately.
And I can't even find a way to open up
because
I don't know where to start
and
I don't know where to do it.
Why is life never simple?
Why does it become complicated again and again and again?
Will it be extended, will it be lowered to GCQ?
Eventually, I believe I will know the answers but it will breed another set of questions.
Friday, May 8, 2020
Innocent Confidence
There’s something captivating when non-native English speakers sing in English, it is so raw and innocent and it establishes a rhythm on its own. I marvel at this thought while listening to Yuka Honda & Miho Hatori collectively known as Cibo Matto, singing the song Moonchild. I am so amazed at their accent, it lends a different kind of layer in the language that enhances the melody of the song, it doesn’t sound flat.
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Sunday, May 3, 2020
General Cleaning
Today, I had this very intense desire to clean my room. So
intense that upon waking up, I put out all of the beddings in the laundry area
to soap and wash. Then, I prepared all the cleaning materials that I needed to clean
each nook and cranny in my tiny room. I prepared cleaning towels, my very own cleaning
spray: 10% distilled vinegar, lemon essence from lemon peels and slices with 80%
water in my spray cleaner, rolling dirt remover and room cologne spray (I usually
spray room cologne to make it smell fresher after cleaning.)
Of course, I regularly clean my room however it is just that
today, I really feel the intense need to clean each wall, each corner, each
little dent in my room. With careful planning, I started to rub each wall after
spraying them with my own home-made cleaning spray. The layer of dust is not
that bad, though I can see some webs stretching from the corner so I cleaned
them off. As for the floor, each square of the rough tile must be rolled on
first with the dirt remover then I rubbed it with wet towel. I spent the whole
morning doing this, and after some time I could see the improvement that I am making
step by step.
When there are far corners that I couldn’t reach, I normally
use the cleaning stick of my mom. I put the towel on the other edge and then I
wipe the ceiling and the corners of it, there is really some inexplicable
satisfaction when the target clump of dirt come off neatly from the surface
after careful nudging. Of course, after the area is cleaned, I spray another
generous amount of my home-made cleaner to make sure that it is disinfected and
that it will stay dirt-free for long.
There are many stocks of paper, books, file cardboard boxes
and storage containers in my room that I neatly arrange in the small space I am
provided, I usually wipe them all clean too when doing general cleaning. Most
of the things have labels with dates or general names so I can easily identify
them and group them effectively, yes, I know, some of you will say that I have
this weird urge to label things around me. That’s right. Tagging and labeling stuff
around me is truly important because it means that I really put a lot
importance on that object and that it is part of something greater, maybe a
month-long project or a year-long endeavor. But I want to make it clear that
not everything can reach that part of labeling and tagging, I filter a lot of
things first by deciding whether it is important or not, then if it passed the intense
scrutiny, that’s the only time that I will honor the object with the label. I
am ruthless when it comes to deciding what is deserving to get a space in my
room, what will be included in the system, what will stay in my personal space,
if in the end the object gets to be inducted in the system, then it means it
has proven its worth. And if otherwise, then it will be put to a recycling box where
it will be sorted, which is another system on its own, so I will discuss it
next time.
After cleaning my whole room, my favorite part is to spray
the room cologne. I usually combine scents, it can be the usual bottle of cologne
that we can buy from the stores or it can be an essence from flowers, leaves or
oils that I usually purchase from eco-stores or organic shops. It depends on my
mood.
Today I am feeling a bit intense so I used the usual store
colognes usually the bottle of cologne with colors: blue and green, because
they smell nicely pungent for a long time.
I finished cleaning by the time my parents invited me to eat
lunch. It took a long time but I am happy with the result. Happy Sunday to all.
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