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Cadena de Amor, Ikatatlo. Chain of Love, Third. When I hear the word love, I think of my family and my friends. However, it's interesting how this series is prompting me to explore other facets of love, the so called love in disguise.  What have you learned about love?

A metaphor.

Some cadena de amor (Chain of Love) vines coil and constrict like a snake. Some people who claim to love you are like snakes.  They constrict, suffocate and poison. Always keep a pair of sharp scissors and a knife handy. The scissors so you can immediately cut the vine; the knife so can skin the snake. Better yet, just run away! Run, run far away! Black and colored pigment ink on 14"x17" Bristol Board.

I am reminded of my Mother telling me and my brothers and sisters how to run away from a snake, when I was a kid.

This is different, isn't it? :) 

  

 Antigonon leptopus Hook. & Arn. - Cadena de Amor (Spanish, Tagalog)

Also known as:
A. cinerascens M.Martens & Galleotti - Bride's Tears (English)
A. cordatum M. Martens & Galleotti - Coral Creeper (English)
A. platypus Hook. & Arn. Martens - Coral Vine (English)
Coculum leptopum (H & A) Stuntz - Chinese Love Vine (English) Coralila, Coralita (Jamaica), Hearts on a Chain (English), Love Vine (English), Queens Wreath (English)

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The Real Empowerment of Woman

Cadena de Amor, Ikaapat. (Chain of Love, Fourth). Surrounded By Vermin

Colored and black pigment ink on 14"x17" Bristol board

The real empowerment of woman 

is not turning her into an object of fantasy or whimsy

not by idolatry

not through empty rhetoric

nor the object of primitive machismo

neither through religious blackmail

and political maneuvers.
Educate her and foster her critical thinking skills.

It is freedom from cultural, political, economic, psychological and religious

subjugation and subservience

It is freedom from harm, harassment, domestic abuse and violence.

It is freedom of choice.

A woman should be free to choose life

Yet be free to manage her body

and control her own reproductive system.

A woman's uterus is her own,

not her husband's

nor the government's

nor the church's.

Responsible reproductive control starts prior to conception.

It does not mean reckless and irresponsible procreation.

Contraception should be safe and readily available.

No, I do not think a church should be forced to violate its canon 

and be twisted into providing this service.

True power starts when we foster a girl 

into believing she is a free human being,

and must take personal responsibility to maintain this freedom.

Her role is of primary importance

 whether she decides to be homemaker or 

follow a career path.

A woman must educate herself

Not wait for men in power to provide it

Nor through self-serving women's group propaganda and agenda

Nor through the dictates of church governed by men.

A woman who bears children should take the responsibility to

raise a daughter or a son so that both sexes equally reach their potentials

as free, responsible and productive members of society

respecting, regarding and supporting each other as equal

human beings.

Being a mother is not a God-given right nor guarantee.

But those who become one should bear in mind 

it is a responsibility.

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Scientific names	Common names
Antigonon leptopus Hook. & Arn.	Cadena-de-amor (Span., Tag.)
A. cinerascens M. Martens & Galleotti	Bride's tears (Engl.)
A. cordatum M. Martens & Galleotti	Coral creeper (Engl.)
A. platypus Hook. & Arn. Martens	Coral vine (Engl.)
Corculum leptopum (H & A) Stuntz	Chinese love vine (Engl.)
	Coralila, coralita (jamaica)
	Hearts on a chain (Engl.)
	Love vine (Engl.)
	Quuen's wreath (Engl.)

Cadena de Amor, Una

If you are chained and you fall, will you bounce or snap?

Cadena de Amor. 14"x17"  Black and colored pigment ink on Bristol Board.

The following may have or may not have anything to do with the above illustration which I may or may not explain someday. Thanks to Obamacare, I have never been busier writing rule programs. Yesterday at a friend's retirement party we cheekily gave her a picture of Obama to remind her to think of us and to remember why we are all insanely exhausted in meeting new regulations every time the government jerks. Yesterday, I also wrote six new rules for the upcoming influenza season. I felt numb afterwards. My husband told me that it isn't just Obamacare that made us maddeningly busy. He reminded me that I have always been busy at work ever since he knew me. That made me think. 

I have actually been busy mentally and physically since the day I decided to enroll in nursing college at age fifteen. I can't remember ever having had a "normal" or "regular" summer. I was either at some internship or work assignment. It is just recently that I started celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve with my family. Even then, I may be on call. Those who think that nursing is  glamorous do not know the reality of the profession. Hollywood either glamorizes or maligns the profession. It is heavily mental and emotional. As a former practicing trauma nurse I was constantly physically exhausted after a day's work, collapsed on the sofa, woke up at 3:00AM and discovered myself still in scrubs. My husband was so kind not to wake me up because according to him, I was so tired, almost unresponsive. I then woke up, took a shower and got ready to go work again at 5:00AM. That lasted many years. I spent my holidays in the emergency centers and trauma rooms because I had no children yet and we wanted to give those with children the chance to spend the holidays with their families. 

Yet somehow I must truly love my profession or I am stuck with it. Next year I would have graduated from nursing college thirty-five years ago. Except for two years of being a speech therapist, (yes, I studied speech pathology while pursuing post-graduate studies in nursing)  I have been a registered nurse since I came to America. I worked in several emergency and trauma centers but I stayed with my current company. This year, I celebrated my 25th anniversary. For that occasion, I received a $10.00 cafeteria voucher (I wonder where I placed that?), a 16MP pocket camera and the unquantifiable satisfaction of believing that with my work I make a difference in this world. 

The average age of the registered nurse is forty-eight years old. To this day, almost every hospital has a vacant nursing position. To the young women and men in America who enroll in nursing and commit to the profession, thank you. Otherwise, thank you to the graduates of foreign nursing schools who uproot themselves and leave their families to be a registered nurse in the United States of America. To my family, to my husband who has put up with a cranky and tired wife and especially to my children who had to contend with summers and holidays with a mother who is either at work or on call, thank you very much.

To my friends who make me smile and laugh with your visits and comments that help drive away the aches and weariness, thank you.

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