Marie’s Favorites: R.M.Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

This is by far my favorite poem. It speaks right into my core.

I hope it speaks to yours, too.

“God speaks to each of us as he makes us,

then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,

go to the limits of your longing.

Embody me.
Flare up like a flame

and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.

You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.” 

Loopholes with lessons and the fear of change

tumblr_nv94rlM0pp1r7k0y6o1_1280It’s Friday night and I’m at “the home”. We’ll call it “the home” for now because it’s where I spend most of my week nights and weekends. No, it’s not my boyfriend’s pad. It’s a secluded place. A home away from home where chaos and peace come together all at once. A place to escape reality and also face it all at once. And I’ve always been a fan of all things paradox. And it’s where I do most of my writing. Where I get all my mojo back after a long day at work.

So as I’m laying down, the sound of Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List coming from the telly, I’m getting a bit melancholic as per usual. The story sounds a bit too familiar. But I’m not getting into that now.

So, as I stay in tonight, I felt that Marie Momentum needed a touch of personal sentiment and a little venting wouldn’t kill nobody. The peaceful and shimmering skyline and reminiscing on a recent conversation during a morning coffee rendez-vous with an old friend earlier this week gave me the insight for this post. If you’re bored on a Friday night, jump in and read a thing or two about yours truly. This may be the last personal post I ever write.

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it’s still nice to be

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“sometimes when everything seems at

its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted –
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
i get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it’s still nice to be
Bukowski.” ― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Good ol’ Buk never seizes to amaze me. Even in the littlest of things. Like this excerpt.

If you’re wondering why grammar isn’t Chuck’s priority, some say that he just felt like his narrative “seemed” better like so. Others say the use of lower case is to emphasize a point just as well as that of the upper case.

I believe it gives it a melancholic connotation.

Forever I love you, Charles Bukowski.

MM

Jolene’s Half Truth – Excerpt from “Shadows Of The Longing”

“If you’re not feeling any better by Friday,” she said, “the issue may be deeper than what it seems to be now: so typical, an asshole-caused semi depression.”

“Oh dear,” replied Jolene, “the issue is already deep as is. Nothing hurts more than a half truth. A half lie hurts, but the truth is still lingering behind it. The reasons for it not being summoned upon may vary, but the possibility of it still being there, behind the darkness of the lie, exists.”

“Au contraire,” Jolene continued, “a half truth is only told to temporarily ease the aching soul. Eventually, it reaches the marrow. It putrefies the veins. And with it, a reminder of it depicts itself with a scar so obvious after – and if – it heals it is almost impossible not to notice. A half truth will always be worse than not knowing at all.”

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Intuition v. overthinking (I’ve got a confession to make)

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As I start working on this post, I can’t help but to crack myself up. I laugh at myself a lot and I’m usually my biggest judge. This past week I’d been wondering why I hadn’t been able to pen down a single word in here. “I’m just maybe not inspired, too tired, or too busy,” I said to myself.  Then a recent setback in a situation I thought was progressing shed some light on me. I only write when something traumatizes me. Even if I don’t always write about the situation that’s bothering me, it is only when certain feelings are triggered within me that words pour down like rain.

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Just a thought series: On relying on yourself and others

“Better to be strong,’ he said, ‘if you can’t be strong, be clever and make peace with someone who’s strong. But always better to be strong yourself.”

― Barack Obama, Dreams from My Father


  This one’s for you, my friend. Because I know you needed a little pick-me-up. You know who you are.  

Hello and welcome! If you’re reading this, it means you either found me randomly on cyberspace while browsing through boring WordPress articles or you probably already know who I am since I have the link to the blog on my Instagram/Twitter accounts. Y’all stalkers.

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Let’s get geeky series – Part 1: Newton’s Third Law of Motion and what it’s done to me

“For every action, there is and opposite and equal reaction”

– Newton’s third law of motion

It was a monday afternoon back at my previous job and I was running extremely late back from lunch break and into a tedious and mandatory weekly meeting. Inconveniently enough, I was running only on two hours of sleep due to a night of insomnia. So I quickly prepared myself a cup of coffee to try to give myself my mojo back. As I was on such a rush, mindlessly I took a sip out of that ridiculously hot cup of coffee the very second after poured it. I cursed the universe and thought “great, my mouth feels like it caught fire for a moment.” I immediately went back to my office to grab a cold bottle of water hoping to sooth the pain. Needless to say I was now in a terrible mood. By the time I went into the meeting room, the meeting was over and everyone had left. My boss wasn’t in the greatest of moods either and was not at all understanding of my tardiness.

Throwing it back to a few weeks before that incident, I’d met a man during a night out with my friends. We had a couple of drinks together and seemed to have clicked really well. On the following days he asked me out to lunch about a dozen times, to which I had to decline the equal amount of times since I could never seem to find the time.

Fast forward to monday morning, I was debating on whether I should go back home to get some rest since I was heavily sleep deprived or grab a quick-lunch at the office, get my reports ready for the meeting to follow after the break but I picked up the phone and asked this person to meet me at a nearby restaurant. At last we were able to meet up again. Time flew by and for a second, I didn’t feel so tired anymore and unconsciously prolonged lunch break a little too long.

Then back to the coffee incident. And my angry boss. And the rest of the day ruined since I had to catch up on all meeting’s matters and left the office at around 10pm.

As I tossed myself into bed at around 11pm not giving a care in the world, (not even about changing into my pajamas) I tilted my head sideways for a second and took a glance at a book I had been reading on spacial orbits and recent missions to international space stations that was sitting on my night stand. My head began to revolve around my day and how the events unfolded. I quickly started thinking about Newton’s third law of motion. As I started to slowly fall asleep I couldn’t help but to think about how far away the ramifications of my actions have expanded and where the reactions of the decisions I’ve made in my life have extended to. Or what would’ve happen if I hadn’t switched from Interior Design to Marketing in college. Or if I was a man and had gone to engineering school like my brothers did so they could all one day attempt to become my renowned father. Or if I was my clingy dog right next to me who only demands food and love.

If I hadn’t met the guy, we wouldn’t have clicked. If I would’ve had the time go to lunch with him on different day of that week I wouldn’t have been late to the meeting, with a burnt mouth and a sour mood. And an annoying boss. And not ever hearing from the guy again since I was so angry that day I completely neglected him even so further on and OH MY GOD why did I do that? He would’ve been the one and we would’ve had it aaaaaaall.

If… if… if.

If what? What if? If we wouldn’t worry so much about the IFs we would definitely save ourselves so much time. But then again, if we don’t think about the IFs we cannot stop worrying about them. The IFs are here to stay. They’re not always so bad. We can control some of our actions, but they will still have an equal reaction.

Sometimes, the way we decide can be obstructed by external circumstances, and deciding may not always be the easiest of activities. But recent neuroscience studies have shown that actively choosing or decision-making caused changes in attention circuits and in how we feel about the action. increasing a rewarding dopamine activity.So regardless of the outcome, we are not exempt from decision and consequence. We can only “go with out gut” and accept responsibly the reactions to follow. I hope we all find it in ourselves to do so.

Till next time,

MM

Just a thought series: Tragedy or “real horrorshow”

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Go sing, too loud
Make your voice break – Sing it out
Go scream, do shout
Make an earthquake…

You wish fire would die and turn colder
You wish your love could see you grow older
We should always know that we can do anything new

Go drum, too proud
Make your hands ache – Play it out
Go march through crowds
Make your day break

You wish silence released massive tremors
You wish, I know it, surrender to summer
We should always know that we can do everything

Go do, you’ll know how to
Just let yourself, fall into landslide

Go do, you’ll know how to
Just let yourself, give into low tide

Go do!

Tie strings to clouds
Make your own lake – Let it flow
Throw seeds to sprout
Make your own break – Let them grow

Let them grow (Endless summers)
Let them grow (Endless summers)

(Go do endless summers)

You wish surprise, will never stop wonder
You wish sunrise, will never fall under

You wish surprise, will never stop wonder
You wish sunrise, will never fall under

We should always know that we can do anything

Go do!

Go do, Jónsi

It’s been a while since I posted anything here but I promise this one too is worth the read.

But wait a minute. Back when I started the blog, wasn’t I so excited to write? Wasn’t I so eager to stay up all night putting my thoughts into words and into this blog? I have a thousand excuses as to why I have been absent. Maybe not a single one of them is actually valid. But I will though, share one of those. I believe this might help a lad or two.

“Hello everyone, my name’s Marie and I AM INSECURE.”

Not the first time I admit it. I do it a lot. Except I only admit it to myself. Which is ok and it is an important part of admitting to having any – what we’ll call for now— problem. I have often read on how the more you talk to yourself, the better you understand yourself. I find that to be very true. Even more so when I pen it down.

The ego isn’t very indulging when it comes to letting us admit our flaws. So naturally, I try to mask my insecurities. I spend hours of my time seeking the entire world’s approval by partaking even in the most ridiculous nonsense actions – that I’m going to omit – just in order to get the OK stamp on me.

All of this, coming from someone who quite frankly would love to not worry if her face looks like a glowing angel (wouldn’t we all?) and just wear a bun, which by the way, no can do no more, baby doll, since I had no choice but to chop my lovely unhealthy bleached locks into a fringed bob as a result of a series of weird experiments on my hair in order to look like anything but myself.

With the start of a new job very recently– which let me tell you, looks great and promising so far and I am very excited about it-, school being on track and nothing to complain about except the elephant that seems to follow me into every room I enter: my semi-significant weight gain over the past few months (product of self-sabotage and bred by the one and only damn rooted insecurity which grows exponentially when it is pointed out by relatives, friends and what not) So things have been building up. They built up to the point to which, after a few drinks and a late night out, I ranted and poured my soul out to an old friend. His only words were “you need to laugh it off. This whole thing you’re telling me, just laugh it off.”

To say the least I was furious. Goodness, don’t I deserve to be told that everything is alright and I am perfect in every single way possible and none of the things I feel make any sense? Don’t I? Well no, I don’t. Because that wouldn’t have solved anything. Except maybe sooth the ego for a while.

I proceeded to sleep it off and woke up with a little more perspective. It was honestly like an act of magic. Catharsis finally made its way into me colliding with every single bit of chaos inside and outside of me, and this is what has been evolving in my mind since then:

My insecurities became my greatest strength. These are a few simple thoughts that led me to that conclusion:

  • I decided to unravel from the threads binding me to anything but my true self in every single aspect of my life and gave myself my best chance. I faced myself, literally, in the mirror. I faced and told myself that I now have the power. And that has started by looking deep inside of me for the answers and continue the journey to get to know myself in a way that makes my life rich. It is like a new music record so to speak. I may only know a couple of songs in it, and I may not know all of the instruments that compose them or even their sequence, but if I listen closely I know I will eventually even memorize the entire repertoire.
  • On another note—pun intended— I recently discovered that I really enjoy writing. Ironically enough, I cannot recall how many times I apologized, hid my work, somehow diminished it to thinking it was all garbage, and thought about how I have no talent for it. I may or may not have it, but I certainly feel a freedom I cannot describe. Heck, I even successfully wrote a column for a local newspaper recently. I have started to live my life unapologetically.
  • “Absolve you to yourself and you shall have the suffrage of the world.” The truth is, nobody will “approve of you” if you do not do the same for yourself first. I found that absolving everything I do to myself first aided substantially in the matter. Of course, this isn’t a simple and quick solution, it is a lifestyle in which I have found that I no longer need to pay my duties to anyone before me. It automatically does it for me.
  • My mistakes and flaws do not define me. What I do about them is what actually does. I’d been told this over and over again, but it is easier to blame a third party all the time. We may have gone through the most horrifying experiences, or may have developed the worst of habits in our childhood and adolescence, but that doesn’t mean we cannot change them. It is only up to us to redefine ourselves, and the upside of that is that it can be done as many times as we need to, since we are ever changing and evolving by the minute.
  • Letting go of what no longer needed my attention and time. Our minds play so many tricks on us and make us believe we need what we don’t. It’s funny to snap out of these things. Clinging and tying myself to what was not for me only wasted my precious time.
  • I’ve always had this quote locked in my head from “Dreams From my Father” by Barack Obama: “Better to be strong, but if you can’t be strong, be clever and make peace with someone who’s strong. But always better to be strong yourself.” There’s nothing wrong with a circle of trust, many a few are really lucky to have it. I know I sure do. But better to be strong myself.

I will keep on being insecure. It keeps me in check. It tells me that I need to find the way to reverse the arrows into flowers. I now know that come what may I have the power to react to it and it is only up to me if the journey continues to be a tragedy or the experience becomes a “real horrorshow.”

Till next time,

MM

*real horrorshow: Part of the ‘Nadsat’ vocabulary used by Alex in Anothony Burgess’ Novel ‘A Clockwork Orange’, Horrorshow was derived by Burgess from the russian word ‘Khorosho’ meaning well or good. Real horrorshow (very good)

Just a thought series: Past, present & future

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A few years ago, I decided to delete my old Facebook account, at an attempt of what I thought was a way of closing a chapter. We all try to cope. My account was filled with memories, people, and experiences that needed to be left behind and I felt like I needed closure. Needless to say, I immediately proceeded to open up a new one.
A couple of days ago, I bumped into a blast from the past. Someone had commented on a few old photos of a friend of mine and these appeared on my newsfeed. It brought back many great memories, so I decided to relentlessly start trying to retrieve the old account back. After a good thirty minutes or so of typing in all of the possible emails and passwords I could remember, I gave in to the idea that I wasn’t going to be able to do so. Frustrated, I went out for a run and forgot about it for a while.

Later on, it got me thinking about how we always want to leave the past behind, but we still manage (in my case, not on my old Facebook account) to look back every now and then. The past courses through our minds, wether a good or bad thought, or a nurturing or destructive experience, dwelling on what happened only leaves us hindered and stuck.

The dictionary defines the word past (adjective) as something gone by or elapsed in time, ohaving existed in, or having occurred during a time previous to the present; bygone.” It’s over. It does not exist anymore. Therefore, the past is solely a conceptualization. The past does not define us, but we choose for it do it some times.

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This means we are often living in a conceptualized world, ruled by the ghost of our past, and sometimes, without even noticing, it leads us to second guess ourselves and further on, delaying and impeding us to fulfill our goals. 

“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” ―Becoming Minimalist

Letting go of the past may not be easy, but when you become mindful of the present, you realize that you are not your thoughts; you become an observer of your thoughts from moment to moment without judging them.

“Mindfulness involves being with your thoughts as they are, neither grasping at them nor pushing them away. Instead of letting your life go by without living it, you awaken to experience.” ―J. Dix

Life unfolds in the present. My little anecdote got me thinking on how important it is to work on moving and carrying on. And this is what leads us to the future. The dictionary (adj.) defines the future as something that is to be or come hereafter.” Another conceptualization. A psychologist depicts how we are so trapped by the thought of what’s coming as “eating a cookie and thinking, “I hope I don’t run out of cookies.” We may know the reactions to certain actions, but just as so, the galaxy might just collapse and we are not here to see tomorrow. 

“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.” ―Mother Theresa

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Till next time,

MM


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Love conquered marriage: my views on same-sex marriage ruling in the United States

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“The history of marriage is one of both continuity and change.” – U.S. Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy

Going back in history, marriage has never been solely about procreation, with issues like property management taking center stage, marriage has almost never been about joining one man and one woman, but instead about “two families.” In that sense, same-sex couples looking for equal protection under the law with respect to healthcare and property rights are pretty consistent with “traditional marriage.”


Since the announcement of the historical ruling of the US Supreme Court on same-sex marriage last Friday, June 26th, I pondered on wether I should change my personal Facebook avatar to the famous rainbow colored filter, so I decided it was time to pen a few thoughts down.

As I stated in my previous and first post, I intend not only to write as a means of conveying my opinions and perspective, but also as a means of learning a thing or two along the way.

Here’s a merely objective opinion based on one part research and one part logic.

Going back in the timeline of history, during the Stone Age, the bonding of two people was about organization, child bearing and daily life. In other words, the protection of procreation. The first recorded evidence of marriage contracts date back a few thousand years ago in Mesopotamia. Marriage in ancient times primarily served as a way of power preservation, kingdom alliances and the production of heirs, with women having no say whatsoever in the matter. After all, the latin word matrimonium derives from the word mater, meaning mother. 

For example, the Greek’s views on marriage favored interfamilial marriages for the sake of property security and the ensuring of male heirs, whilst, once again, women had no say on the subject and were abused and violently segregated. All this while polygyny being very common.

It was not until its collapse that in Ancient Rome, marriage was governed by imperial law, and with church courts taking over and with the power of the catholic church evolving throughout the Middle Ages, it was stated as one of its main sacraments along with baptism and penance.

Up until the 17th century, with the age of enlightenment and the concept of love and happiness, the institution of marriage had been throughout history merely a form of convenience.

With women rights movement evolving and gaining strength later on in the past centuries, gender neutrality began to transform marriage into a decision between a man and a woman, based on the concept of love, for the sake of stability, happiness, protection of the law and now with the ability to choose how many children, if any, to have.

The recent ruling of the US Supreme Court marks yet again another shift in the history of marriage. The fact is that nowadays, the concept of love is what conquered marriage. 

Same-sex unions are not a new idea or a trend per se. I’ve seen several comments on social media mocking the LGBT community, or implying that this is just merely a trend now that it has been ruled legal in all 50 states. Not to forget that many of the poems of Sappho, born in the island of Lesbos, from which the word lesbian derives from, content many emotional writings towards other women.

Medieval records of liturgies for same-sex unions between men included the marriage rite, though some historians believe these unions were a way of sealing alliances and business deals.

Quoting Eric Berkowitz, author of Sex and Punishment: “it is difficult to believe that these rituals did not contemplate erotic contact. In fact, it was the sex between the men involved that later caused same-sex unions to be banned. That happened in 1306, when the Byzantine Emperor Andronicus II declared such ceremonies, along with sorcery and incest, to be unchristian.”

Now, objectively speaking, the ruling of the US Supreme Court is one of the greatest forms of modern state and church separation. The state by no means should oppose the union of same-sex marriage. It interferes with the American Declaration of Rights and Duties.

“…the protection of the essential rights of man and the creation of circumstances that allow them spiritual and material progress and attain happiness; men are born free and equal in dignity and endowed with reason and conscience; rights and duties are in the social and political activity of man.”

If modern marriage is a contract based on gender neutrality of men and women with the freedom to choose, then by all means same-sex marriage is objectively fair. On the other hand, and always based on the freedom of religion, religious ceremonies for marriages still have the freedom to decline performing same-sex weddings. The church for example, has stated that it will not change its doctrine of the Divine Institution of Marriage and that is perfectly fine.

“The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints acknowledges that following today’s ruling by the Supreme Court, same-sex marriages are now legal in the United States. The Court’s decision does not alter the Lord’s doctrine that marriage is a union between a man and a woman ordained by God. While showing respect for those who think differently, the Church will continue to teach and promote marriage between a man and a woman as a central part of our doctrine and practice.”

Change is inevitable in everything. Nothing is ever perpetual, and as we see, marriage is not excluded from it. Marriage has evolved in the 21st century and most likely, will continue to evolve.

Love conquered marriage.

Till next time,

MM