- SHARE-- that now ubiquitous word touted about as one with noble sentiment, is really such an all-embracing
word. It denotes giving and taking. We take part in the game of life and
we demand that we get a fair share of what we put in terms of money,
time, effort, or whatever resources we contribute to whatever communal
endeavor we have chosen to participate in. A piece of a whole, a
fragment, an allotment dispensed to all participants in a shared
undertaking. In the whole spectrum of life, one asks for his/her share
within the context of freedom, fairness and justice. One may share, in a
spirit of generosity and unselfishness, one's plate of food, one's
talent, one's resources. The capitalist shares the profits of the day
with his workers: that's only fair and just. And in an imitation of
Christ who shares the kingdom of God with the whole of the human race,
the prophets and the faithful work to spread the Word that is meant to
be shared by all.
- What we may want to share can be an infinity of stuff, from the
material to the abstract, from the emotional to the spiritual. from the
traditions to our lasting values, from the rational to the, alas, the
irrational. For we can have the good and the bad in our human nature,
and in casting out our demons, we share consciously or unconsciously,
our despair, our bitterness, failings, our pains--all that darkness of
the soul. A.y-y, there's the rub. Who wants to even listen to all that,
much less share? How many times has one heard the listener say "I don't
want to hear about that," when trying to unburden himself to another, ?
Or, "I have enough problems of my own"? Was it Anton Chekhov or Leo
Tolstoy who wrote in his stories about the apathy of some people in the
face of tragedy in another? I can't remember now the title, but there is this story
of a cab driver telling his passenger about his son who just died and
the passenger impatiently just tells him to hurry in his driving. How
sad! We watch or read Shakespearean tragedies, the Greek plays and other
plays or novels of tragedies. Who among us does not experience
catharsis?
- Isn't it more tragic than the tragedy being viewed when the viewer
cannot feel a cathartic purging of emotions, of spirit? The truth is
that it is in our sharing the pains of others that we develop our sense
of compassion. It is in our ability to commiserate that we ennoble our
own sense of humanness. How empty is the soul without anything good to
share. How utterly impoverished is one unwilling to give of himself to
others or unwilling to give up something for others. We, after all, are
kins to one another. We are humanity: peoples chained together in a
cadena de amor, as it should be.
- It is in the spirit of sharing that this blog will be. For in
putting into words my thoughts and feelings, perhaps, some readers will
find kinship that can be nurtured into something positive, and some of
it pursued for an enrichment of life and on to more productive ends of
lasting values. My thoughts may not be welcomed by some, they may clash
with other readers' opinions, beliefs, values, even faith. That's how we
all are: different from one another; each with differing personality,
each a product of a different culture, family, influence, education:
each is indeed unique... But share we will, nevertheless, through
stories, poetry, narration, be it of the profound, the tragic, the
mundane or the comic side of life.
- Each has a life story to tell, opinions, knowledge, information,
feelings, thoughts, ideas... Share your story, we are urged; share your
values, your beliefs, your faith. This last, especially, is not one
meant to be just for oneself. You don't light a candle and keep it under
a bushel.You let it shine for others, too. So, let us begin while the
mind is teeming with ideas still and the soul burning with love. Let us
dust old publications from the cobwebs of antiquity. For life is brief
and the candle might snuff out anytime. #
Blanca Datuin (c) 2010
- WHAT MY FILIPINO HERITAGE MEANS TO ME
- Growing old in a country one had not known as a child can be fraught
with a lot of ambivalence. If one is still active upon migration to a
strange land, there is the excitement of adventure; but there are also
the challenges of surviving and adjusting in an environment that may be
totally different from the milieu one had been accustomed to. One may
get a good job, grow on it, accumulate assets, and succeed beyond what
he/she had dreamed of. Or, one might get lost in the maze of
kaleidoscopic hustles and bustles of life and end up in the gutter. For
those who succeed in blending into the mainstream, there is the
likelihood of becoming so complaisant that they risk losing the
soul--that principle of being that defines the very essence of our
humanness. Loneliness may set in. And this can turn into depression that
can gnaw at one like a rodent slowly and painfully eating up the very
core of one’s being. Unless one believes firmly in something he/she can
fall back on--something that can wake one up into a realization of
his/her true identity that he/she can take pride in, gain confidence
from, and be energized by, in order to rise and be whole again.
- To me, this thing I need to fall back on every time I falter in my
decision-making, every time I stumble into error, and every time I slip
into stupor is also the very thing that pricks me into an awakening,
that forces me to rise again, urges me to face my indecision head-on,
and to follow the path set forth by my forefathers: a path, thorny it
may have been, but embedded in bravery, generosity, pride, beauty and
continued growth. This is my Filipino heritage that encompasses my
Catholic upbringing and spiritual growth: what I constantly remind
myself of as defining my true self no matter where I am; no matter what
kind of environment I am submerged in; no matter what other kind of
culture and language I may be immersed in; and, no matter who I must
face in the great battles encountered daily in this foreign land. I am,
after all, the product of my cultural heritage: its history, its values,
its traditions, its customs, its music and dances, its literature, its
myths, its rituals, and its ideals.
- Thus family bonding is to me adhering to our traditional family
gatherings in observance of our noche buena and domingo de pascua. These
help me to re-live the faith of my childhood as strengthened by the
tradition of the yearly La Naval de Manila, the cenaculo and the via
crucis during the semana santa. The rites and festivals--sources of
every town’s history--each has a story to tell. The rites of the canao,
of the tadtarin, the Moriones, the ati-atihan, the turumba, and the
fandango before Santa Clara—these are, to me, dances of life. The
Santacruzan (ah, such vision of vestal beauties!), the misa de gallo for
Christmas and the salubong for Easter—these are my people’s most
profound traditions of faith. There seems to be no end, in fact, to the
breadth of the Filipino culture that speaks of the colorful lives of my
people.
- From their first encounter with the colonizers on March 16, 1521, my
forefathers had already established their character as peace-loving
people who, in their inherent sense of hospitality, welcomed visitors in
their land with warmth and generosity. Giving out the best--as
demonstrated by their gifting their guests with gold and huge porcelain
jars filled with rice grain--speaks of unselfishness and magnanimity
practiced only by the civilized. This, to me, is a defining character, a
legacy practiced to this day by a true Filipino: that of being human
and humane.
- But the generosity of our ancestors, if and when taken advantage of,
can turn into the ferocity of a lion. Witness the anger of Lapu-lapu
who, with his band of warriors, slew the conquistadores headed by
Magellan. This is a reminder to me that to fight the exploitative and
the greedy is a consequence of being victimized. We are not aggressors,
but we know how to assert ourselves as our Filipino heroes Lapulapu,
Rizal, Mabini, Bonifacio, and so many others, had shown. Though we
cherish peace and are inherently patient, we know how to fight back,
because the love for justice runs in our blood.
- No matter what other culture I may have been exposed to, it is my
Filipino heritage that commands my daily behavior: the po and opo will
always be music to my ears; the elderly will always be regarded with
reverence, and parents taken care of in their old age. In the tradition
of constancy and modesty, a spouse is part of oneself to love and be
loyal to, the body a temple of God to be respected and not abused, and
life as a whole to be cherished, enriched and refined to one’s best
potential.
- In sharing what my Filipino heritage means to me, is it too much to
hope that others of the same roots as mine—and that include my children
and the succeeding generation—cherish it as well? In the tradition of
our ancestors who emerged into a Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Claro
Recto, Nick Joaquin, Wilfrido Nolledo, and many others, may they all
evolve into the human beings they are destined to become--the best of
what they can be: unique, beautiful, integrated into an ever growing
whole as they embraced their dynamic Filipino heritage. So, to them, I
say: unfold like the butterfly and soar to heights of splendor, but be
distinctly Filipino!
- Distinctly Filipino, yet first and foremost a human being. For when
you come down to it, the qualities of being a Filipino are the very
qualities that define us all as human beings: After all, my Filipino
heritage is my birthright to my integrated self, cultured to the best of
what I can possibly be as a human being, polished by the complex of
shared beliefs and patterns of learned behavior governed by honor and
dignity. To be Filipino is first to be human, to be endowed with the
qualities of being human.
- Is it any wonder then when some Filipino grandparents in shock upon
seeing and listening to their tattooed third generation youngsters in
plunging necklines, G-string panties, and other outrageous outfit, and
their teenage boys in baggy pants, and uttering irreverent phrases, or
behaving atrociously, would ask, "Are you Filipino?" #
- OUR KINSHIP WITH OUR CREATOR
- an excerpt from “The Nature of Man” by
- Blanca Datuin, (c) 1990 (from a college paper)
- The story of creation in the Bible tells of God saying, after
creating the earth and the firmament and all kinds of living things, "Let us
make man in our image, after our likeness. Let him have dominion over
the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and the cattle, and over all
the wild animals and all the creatures that crawl on the ground." In the
second story of the creation, again, man's beginning is told but it
focuses on another aspect of his being: "...the Lord formed man out of
the clay of the ground and blew into his nostrils the breath of life,
and so man became a living being." .........
- There are two things in the biblical narration that this researcher
observes to be very significant in explaining human nature. First is the
medium out of which God made man. The second is God's breathing into
his nostrils to give him life and thus, making man "in our image." "And
the Lord God formed man of the slime of the earth and breathed into his
face the breath of life, and man became a living soul." (Genesis, 2, 7)
- Slime or clay is that fine-grained earth that, mixed with the right
amount of water, can be formed into any shape the sculptor or potter
wishes. It is dull, without luster, until polished to a gloss. It is
soft enough for shaping purposes but hard as a rock once it is kilned to
a degree. Unlike rock, however, the finished product, because made of
clay, remains fragile. It can break into pieces if not handled properly.
The same qualities are manifested in a human being: from being
newly-born up to a certain young age, he is pliant and can be shaped
into the desired form, before he gets hardened in the furnace of life He
is earthy and corruptible in his basic instincts; dull of mind until
honed to perfection in a process of education and re-education and as an
ever-evolving person. He is also fragile and vulnerable until his
coping mechanism is strengthened in a nurturing environment.
- Whether taken literally or figuratively, man's body having been
formed out of clay, will always infer the above-mentioned qualities of
human nature. Clay is the perfect medium for an artist to whom God, in
His act of creation, is likened. Clay is also that solid matter that
explains the materiality of the human body. In the Christian way of
thinking, however, the body is like a temple of God as it is where the
soul resides. It should thus be treated with respect: it should not be
abused, defiled or tainted the way a drug-dependent, for instance, or a
sex maniac abuses his own as well as those of others.
- The second significant point in the biblical narration is the
statement about God's having blown into man's nostrils the breath of
life. This is the infusion of a part of God's perfection, a part of His
own nature as a spiritual being: the breath of life that animates. This
is the principle of life--the soul that is capable of rising to heights
of splendor an All-Good God is said to have wanted man to rise to . His
potentialities abound beyond imagination even as his efforts to sift the
good from the bad is fraught with much faltering, trepidation and pain.
- God's breath is the external force, the efficient cause described by
St. Thomas in his Summa Theologica discussed earlier in this paper.
Even if taken merely as a metaphor, the act would still symbolize the
privileged position of man among all His other creations. For man alone
is the one breathed into by God; thus, he alone has had that kind of
personal contact with God, which explains what most theologians describe
as an intimate relationship between God and man. It is an act of
perfect love from God that no rational person can deny. For how can
one's giving of himself to another be anything else? In infusing man a
part of His own perfection, God made him in His own likeness: endowed
with spirit like Himself and a creator himself in many ways: a giver of
life in the regenerative process of life, a poet, an artist, a lover, an
engineer, an author, and in various other ways.
- As can be deduced from the Story of Creation alone, man is of dual
nature. Whether to be taken literally or metaphorically (as has been
debated constantly between believers and non-believers), the implication
remains the same, that man is made of matter and form—matter, which the
body is made of, and form--the soul, which, in the words of St. Thomas
Aquinas, has for its end the natural longing to be united back to its
Creator. Thus, man has the bodily nature whose laws and needs must be
obeyed if the body is to be healthy and not deteriorate to the utter
failure of its vital functions: it must be fed, it must be nourished
properly, cared for and not abused, etc. Then there is the spiritual
nature whose laws must also be obeyed if the soul will fulfill its
function of directing its will to its proper end of being united to its
Creator: nourish it with all the possible ways at man’s disposal; let it
grow to the height it is meant for by its Creator. The union of body
and soul implies their interacting together in a symbiotic way.
- It is not within the realm of this paper to elaborate on those
possible ways the Creator gave for man to use, but suffice it to say
that He gave man a very potent tool he can use in directing his way to
the right route towards his end. That tool is free will, the power to
choose whether to harness or squander all the Creator’s gifts to
mankind. Man has the power to choose whether to rise to the sublime and
above the level of the brute, above the appetitive and sentient level of
life or to go down and crawl like the serpent in the Garden of Eden.
- The power to reason, a principle of activity basic to man’s nature,
is a dynamic term connoting certain laws of nature which are within his
reasonable intellect to observe, apprehend, analyze and act upon
accordingly. Fully developed, this power urges him to seek truth and
justice and pushes him to realms of grandeur and beauty. An impairment
of this rationality, of course, or a refusal to exercise it in the
accomplishment of a life harmonious to both his bodily and spiritual
nature is an imperfection that may be traced to some physical defects
(brain damage, for instance), cognitive flaws or societal ills, topics
not, however, within the realm of this discussion.
- Rationality, in the final analysis, is man’s greatest asset, his
redeeming instrument in what is, more often than not, a tumultuous life
journey. #
