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The Tired Pilgrim

The Tired Pilgrim

Julia wiped her hand across her forehead, feeling the corrugations of a thousand wrinkles, reflecting on a life of worry and despair. She was never the strong one, the warrior who marched to her own drum; she was the one who stayed home, taking care of the elders, the sick, the weak.

Marina, her sister, had left the village when she was fifteen, running away with a boy whom she had bullied into accompanying her on a grand adventure to the land of milk and honey. It didn’t matter that Jose was married and nine years older. That was the power she had, to weave magical fairytale into a reality that suited her view of the world.

Jose had left his wife and three children, forsaking them for a girl with untamed hair and wild brown eyes. She had a laughing mouth, and her teeth flashed white against her olive skin so that she looked like the embodiment of life and lust and danger.

Julia sighed and the letter fluttered from her grasp. She watched as the wind took it, and it played and dipped and tangled with a tumbleweed, where it rested for a while. The paper was yellow with age and stained by her fingers from years of handling.

She knew the contents by heart, the words imprinted upon her very soul.

“Julia, please come! Don’t throw your life away!”

Marina had begged her to leave the village, to experience the vastness of the world, but it frightened her. Here, she could look down at the valley, admire the endless vista as the seasons changed and breathe the clean air. She felt sure God did not want her to leave, to forsake her duty to her family, so she stayed.

She rose from the rickety blue chair – the paint had peeled off around the legs and backrest from use –  and went inside the dark, cool adobe hovel.

Her uncle, the last of the family, was sleeping, drool oozing from his flaccid lips. She smoothed the sheet over his inert body, the chest barely moving as he breathed.

She paused, and knelt next to the bed, and then withdrew with a gasp.

Tio Manuel’s soul had fluttered with the letter, into the light of the great beyond, to a place where he was free.

She covered her face with her hands, dry sobs racking her body. She too was free. Free to be alone, to leave, to find Marina, to live the life she never had. She rose and drew the sheet over his waxen limbs, his sparse grey hair like gossamer on his bony skull. “Poor Tio Manuel,” she thought. “He had worked so hard all his life, never married, never knew the love of a woman.” Yet, as a man, he had opportunities, ones she had been denied.

No one in the family ever spoke about Marina, about the scandal she had brought upon the family. She was evil, she was a puta, even worse, a prostituta, despised and best forgotten. Her mother had died with Marina’s name on her lips and with the bitter words,  Que se pudra en el infierno!* Her eyes had stared into the fires of hell and it was there that she saw her daughter, despised, unforgiven and eternally damned.

Julia realized she had better fetch the priest and looked for her sandals, reaching under her bed in the corner of the room. The cat darted out and she screamed and then laughed at her own foolishness. The release of emotions brought on by the laughter was like a healing balm to her body and she could feel a lightness entering her being, as if she too, were being borne aloft by the wings of the angels. She felt her soul soar and expand as the shackles of the years fell away and she gasped as a surge of energy moved through her. It was so powerful that she sprang to her feet and she threw her arms open wide as if to embrace this new feeling, this freedom, this lust for life.

“I will find Marina! I will live my life! It is not too late…I am not too old!” she thought jubilantly. She was startled into reality by a timid, tentative knock on the front door.

A nun in a white and black habit stood there, an uncertain smile on her lips.

“Yes, Hermana? You come at a most opportune time,” Julia said with a tinge of sadness. “I was about to call the priest for my Tio Manuel has just passed on to the better life…”

The nun looked at her quizzically, then grasped her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. Julia felt herself encircled in the  arms of the stranger who clung to her like a lost child and after a long, endlessly long moment, whispered softly in her ear.

“Julia, Julia, do you not know me? I have come home…”

 

 

*”May you rot in hell!”

 

Image: http://reddead.wikia.com/wiki/Tumbleweed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Marriage and the Sanctimonious Interference of the Catholic Church

Marriage and the Sanctimonious Interference of the Catholic Church

The Church should butt out of people’s freedoms.

The freedom to marry, especially. It is a legal contract and was not always part of the ritual so familiar to the current status quo. Up until the 13th Century, marriages in Europe were not blessed or sanctioned by the Church. This changed over the centuries as the Catholic Church gained power.    

I discovered some very interesting facts about this subject, and it amazed me that it was as recent as the 1500’s that it was still being debated by clergymen:

“During the Reformation, Martin Luther questioned whether the Church should involve itself in the business of celebrating marriage, arguing rather strenuously that marriage was a ‘worldly business [where] we clergy ought not to meddle or direct  things’ .  Luther did agree that the Church should bless those who  married and even presented a basic marriage rite in 1529, but maintained that “the  regulation of marriage was a proper matter for the civil authority rather than the  Church” (http://celyn.drizzlehosting.com/mrwp/mrwed.html)

The whole idea of needing approval from God and for a priest to “bless” and “sanctify”  marriage is a lot of crap. It preyed on primitive superstitions and allowed the Catholic  Church to control people. This eventually led to divorce being completely illegal in the eyes  of their disapproving God who wanted people to remain together in misery in perpetuity. In  a male dominated society, what better way to control women than to condemn them to  eternal damnation … or as Bubble would say, “Eternal dalmation”.

The inimitable Bubble from AbFab

Women had far  more rights prior to this change: they could be married in one of two ways according to Frankish law: they could be “given over” to their husbands and their dowries and their personal safety would be the responsibility of the spouse, or they could marry and be kept as a concubine so that the dowry and property would remain in control of the father.

It was all about control. There were some love marriages, especially among the peasants. Pregnancy was very often a reason for this. The idea of remaining an unsullied virgin had to do with the bartering power, again an economic reason.

So to put it bluntly: if your God “forbids” you to marry gay couples, you are sorely mistaken. Your entire idea of what God wants depended on who was ruling the world. It’s time to free your minds and open your hearts to realize it was all about control in the first place.

It is all a crock of crap, dreamed up by men who wanted more control over people’s lives.

So, get over it, just freakin’ get over it.

God is not watching your genitals,

and no one else cares except the media who want to perpetuate dissent and unhappiness.           

 

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