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


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.