Category Archives: Commentaries: On what matters to me

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Love is Not About Ownership

06 Monday Jan 2020

One of the greatest things I have learned in the course of my entanglement with the Sailor, is that true intimacy, and anything even resembling love, of any quality or depth, in any kind of relationship, cannot, absolutely cannot, be about ownership, or the expectation of filling other’s voids, needs, even.
~Marcela.

His language is a little more flowery than I am generally fond of, but he was a very, very wise man, I’ve been reading him since I was a kid, but only relatively recently, come to appreciate, understand, his teachings:

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond[age] of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
-Khalil Gibran

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (12)

24 Tuesday Dec 2019 

My best brain power and most of my energy have to be reserved for work 
these days so the writing in this little piece of fun hasn't been where 
I would like it to be, but all my very best LOVE goes out to all of you. 
The intent, from the start, has been about this day, day 12, all of you. 
Happy whatever you celebrate, or don't, and thanks, for hanging tough. 
Some days it feels like I just don't want to, can't, anymore, but you, 
this bunch, keep me taking the next step, trying the next drug, 
doing my best not to fall deeper into the black hole I have been clawing 
my way out of for the past year. Love,
~Marcela.
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On the 12th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
12 + Favourite Humans - Drumming the Beats that keep me marching
11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
  And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree!

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 24, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (7)

19 Thursday Dec 2019 



On the 7th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 19 , 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (5)

17 Tuesday Dec 2019 

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On the 5th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree


~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 17, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (4)

16 Monday Dec 2019 

On the 4th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 16, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (3)

15 Sunday Dec 2019 

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             On the 3rd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 
                         3 French fry gift cards
                             2 xmas turtle pics
      and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 15, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (2)

14 Saturday Dec 2019 

On the 2nd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me,
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 14, 2019.

 

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (1)

13 Friday Dec 2019 

1-Automated Phone Tree

On the 1st day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me,
a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 13, 2019.

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Flying a Cherry-Blossom Flag on Remembrance Day

11 Monday Nov 2019

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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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Gratitude, for a young woman, I’ve not yet met…

10 Thursday Oct 2019

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My son, the hu(man) I love most in the world, is in love with a seemingly amazing young woman. He is happier than I have seen him in too long. He has worked with great diligence and purpose, on himself, on being a good (hu)man, on learning from that which has brought him self- and other inflicted pain. He has worked extraordinarily hard on accepting what is and what isn’t, on taking the best out of the worst, and on what life and happiness mean, to him.

I had nowhere near the insight into self, life, and the world, at his age, and I am grateful that I saw fit, before MY pain and ignorance perpetuated a cycle in HIS life, that many struggle to break, to change our present and future, by working through my traumatic past, and the ‘survival ‘skills’ that came with it. I am grateful that I never hid the truth of my realities from him, so that he got a balanced picture, of what some of my best successes, and worst failures, truly gave me, as a human, as a woman, as a parent, and give him, as a human, as a man, as someone’s love, as her love.

I am happy to have something to be happy about, in the midst of this, a brand new level of body-hell.

And Ima pay that young woman a surprise visit (we’ve not met yet), bearing flowers of thanks, at her place of work on Saturday.

Because I am grateful to her, for seeing in him, what anyone who meets him, often only briefly, sees, senses, is often awed by. What I have known, appreciated, loved about him, his entire life, along with the darker bits, because he has them, just like me, just like her, just like all of us.

I am grateful that they found to one another, because he is why I chose to live, more times than I care to count, in the past, and in very recent times, he is still the reason, for that, and his happiness of paramount importance to me.

I will bring her flowers because she may not have had the benefit of a supportive family, through the hard stuff, or cheerleaders, through her triumphs, so I want to welcome her, into ours, because we know how to do that. We know how to do all that, and then some, really well.

Gratefully unfiltered: Marcela.

October 10, 2019

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