Flying a Cherry-Blossom Flag on Remembrance Day
What a misguided world… Someone else’s suffering cannot buy our freedom, bombing and terrorizing other countries/cultures cannot bring peace.
I do not argue that people like Hitler and Tojo need(ed) to be stopped, but war is an every day thing now. We have actively engaged/supported WW III for many, many years.
Weaponized peace-keeping is an oxymoron at best and a travesty at worst, and most of the world’s ongoing and newly erupting wars are still about what war has always been about: ethnicity, religion, and greed; the quest for resources, whether life sustaining like water, or ‘deemed’ valuable (fossil fuels etc) by modern economic systems, driven by political structures and power mongers in industry, who pull politician’s puppet strings.
When someone chooses to go into ‘service,’ especially in this day and age of voluntary service, they choose. Operative word. Just like I chose human services. Also a ‘front line.’ I am traumatized daily by the level of disregard for people, their basic human dignity, rights and needs, people just like you and me.
So those who choose the military, get no more and no less respect/gratitude from me, than anyone else making a living doing what they have chosen to do. It was not all those service men who died in WW I or WW II who bought our ‘freedom,’ it was a couple of nuclear bombs dropped on the ‘every day’ people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
And before you jump down my throat, know that my heart bleeds for all of them who gave up their lives or lost everything in the great wars of the past, and those of today. My own father gave up his life as the result of a political battle, so that my mother, brother and I could live in a ‘democracy.’
My heart bleeds for all of us, daily. And for today, I choose to ‘fly’ a Cherry Blossom Flag, instead.
~Marcela: Cherry Blossoms Flying High
November 11, 2019
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Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Commentaries: On what matters to me, In the Service of Other Humans
It would be an act of treasonous hypocrisy against me,
to pay homage to you in death,
for truthfully, I neither respected nor liked you,
in life.
It would be an act of heinous duplicity against me,
to attend an event graced by many who have hurt me profoundly, repeatedly,
in order that I may pay a false-loyalty tribute,
to you, or them.
I wish(ed) you, and them,
no harm,
BUT,
It is an act of love toward self,
and a clear and present Fuck-You(s),
that I have lain my sword of Fielty,
at my own feet!
And on that day of reverence for you,
I shall attend to that, which pleases my heart,
instead.
As befits one who acts,
unequivocally,
as her own Queen.
~Marcela: Unapologetically Growing further, ever deeper, into my own skin.
November 01, 2019
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Words are all I have,
to tame the chaos;
you have wrought upon every organ, in my body.
Words are all I have,
to quell the havocs;
you have wreaked in every crevasse, of my world.
Words are all I have ever truly loved,
in the ‘doing’ of life, in the doing of work, in the doing of art;
in the ‘doing’ of self.
I cannot hate you,
for you do precisely as I;
battle for survival, at the other’s expense.
But I cannot accept you,
for to do so is to accept a life;
unequivocally, unacceptable, to me.
My words, my mind, my life's blood;
You will not take these from me, Lyme.
Marcela: Desperately seeking: back to words.
October 14, 2019
Quackery Wackery Dock, ye, yes ye, our Quackdom Queen,
