Day 207: Milestones in moving

I've been going to my local Curves women's workout center for four years. Today I received my 900 workout t-shirt. Funny how little milestones help me keep going. I'm grateful to my aging body that it keeps showing up to move and stretch. Ron calls my workouts "jiggle and bounce".

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Day 206: Jason and Karen Jaw Madson

The Madsons of Racine WI at breakfast at the Cliffs Boat House. Really great potato pancakes. Jason is my husband Ron's oldest son. He is a talented professional photographer. We are here to visit and see his show at a local gallery. Karen is his beautiful wife who is a senior HR manager at S C Johnson. Such happiness to spend time with family.  Actually this photo of them isn't really at Cliff Boat House. That photo disappeared.  But I like this one.

Day 205: Two Buddhas and Aging Hints

  

Emphasize love, not hate

Imperfect but aim to improve

Try something new

Focus attention; don't waste time thoughtlessly

Find a model person to imitate

Seek to empathize

Value encounters

Maintain small eating habits

But don't be neurotic about diet; enjoy food

Walk; use stairs as much as possible

Participate in group sport activities

Enjoy leisure; avoid a life with only work

Handle stress by exercising; walk, play

Take responsibility for your own behavior

Change habits when necessary;

don't be obsessed with maintaining habits

Aging Hints from Hinohara Shigeaki

Born 1911 in Yamaguchi

Day 204: Pema Chodron on transience

"The average human being thinks that happiness lies in stability, in tying up all the loose ends and having things under control. But actually, happiness lies in being able to relax with our true condition, which is basically fleeting, dynamic, fluid, not in any way solid, not in any way permanent. It's transient by nature." 

                                                            --Pema Chodron

Day 203: Poem by John O'Donohue

BEANNACHT   (“Blessing”) For Josie         

On the day when

the weight deadens

on your shoulders

and you stumble,

may the clay dance

to balance you.

And when your eyes

freeze behind

the gray window

and the ghost of loss

gets in to you,

may a flock of colors,

indigo, red, green

and azure blue

come to awaken in you

a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays

in the curach of thought

and a stain of ocean

blackens beneath you,

may there come across the waters

a path of yellow moonlight

to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,

may the clarity of light be yours,

may the fluency of the ocean be yours,

may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow

wind work these words

of  love around you,

an invisible cloak

to mind your life.    

by John O’Donohue

Day 202: Wednesday Plein Air Painting at Farmer John's

Wednesday mornings I rise, make a thermos of Earl Grey tea, fill my satchel with watercolor implements and set out to the designated meeting spot on the coast.  Our Plein Air Painters of the Coastside is an informal group that shows up (or not) and paints at a different outdoor location each week.  The group is organized by our fearless leader and artist Eric Greenhut.  This week we went back to Farmer John's Pumpkin Patch.  Only the wind was so fierce that my easel kept blowing over.  I found it even hard to hold a sketchbook in my lap.  So, we accepted defeat and went over to Peet's Coffee to paint indoors and drink Pumpkin Lattes.
I was able to capture an 11 second video of the wind.  Here is the painting I did filling in the blanks from memory, which is never as good as sitting there to paint.

Day 201: The Canterbury Tales . . . two generations later

My urge to clean house has its benefits.  I went through a shoebox full of photos from the past thirty years.  This one surfaced.  It is a cast photo of a production of "Improvised Canterbury Tales" directed by Adam Tobin as his senior class honors project at Stanford.  The back of the photo mercifully has the date:  January 1993.
What pleases me about this wonderful photo (in addition to the youthful, smiling faces) is that I know everyone in this photo (with the exception of the mystery girl with the curly hair at the right).  All of these young men and women are still friends of mine.  I follow them on Facebook, go to their weddings, cheer when they have children and ache with them when some life difficulty occurs.  These are my children.  All grown up.  In the bottom row Christina on the left is a physician, Kellen next to her is a Pediatrician who recently examined the newest child of Adam squatting next to him.  (Adam's daughter is Tessa Cate Tobin, born on October 13, 2010). Next to Adam is Hilary Ryan Rowe and Jen Kramer Tate.  In the top left is Rob Baedeker, Jason Delborne, Tadasaurus Glauthopolis, Ross McCall, Andy Michael Paul, Chris Esparza and mystery girl. A few are married to other former students and Stanford Improvisors of olde.  Many have kiddos of their own.  What a magnificent group of young men and women.  I am so proud to have been a teacher, and thankful to FB for allowing me to keep watching their lives.  

Day 200: Wear comfortable shoes

This drawing of my feet is in a watercolor journal that I carried around in 2009. I would  stop and draw or paint ordinary things.  I was at Wilbur Hot Springs when I did this sketch. It's a fair likeness of my old feet.  The bunions have been there nearly all of my life:  battle-scars of wearing "pointy-toed high heel shoes" when I was in my twenties.  They are worse now than when I did this drawing. Podiatrists looking at these feet have wide happy eyes:  "Ah, foot surgery is in your future, my dear," they gleam.  Well, my friend, Jo Landor, had feet that looked like mine.  She fell for that line from a foot doctor and had the bunion surgery when she was 60.  "Never do it," she counseled me as we padded around the hot tubs at Esalen in the early 1980's.  I've kept that advice in mind.  Instead of surgery I wear really comfortable shoes.  I mean REALLY comfortable.  They are the opposite of fashion shoes.  I wear the SAS clumpers with orthotics inserted to adjust for my tibial tendonitis.  I never ever wear high heels.  I think they are barbaric and truly unkind to the wondrous feet that carry our weight around all day.
Recently I was at an eye examination appointment and my glamorous Opthamologist, who is something of a fashionista was wearing five inch boots along with her white doctor's lab coat.  I know those shoes cost $389 at least.  My heart sank thinking of her standing on them all day as she put eye drops in her patients and adjusted that eye viewing torture machine to check your cornea.  I wish she would put on sensible shoes (we used to call them).  Your feet deserve better.

Day 199: Sunflowers at Farmer John's

I spent the weekend in the company of former students who have become good friends.  On Friday night I had dinner with Ted DesMaisons at the Greens at Ft. Mason.  Ted is a Religious Studies instructor at an east coast prep school.  He is also an improviser.  Following dinner I was "de Judge" at the BATS Theatersports match between the Stanford Improvisors and the BATS Company players.  Great show, lots of fun.  BATS kept the trophy.  Maybe next year for Stanford.
On Saturday I sat in the rain and watched Stanford's football team eke out a win against Washington State U.  Dinner that evening was with Catherine Hagan and her fiance, Dave Luxton.  Catherine is a Vet who is doing research.  She is a protectress of our animal friends in the laboratory.  Dave is working with suicide prevention in the military.  I am impressed by the quality of the young men and women who are changing our world for the better.  What a blessed life I have had to teach them over the years.
My painting today is from last Wednesday's plein air session at Farmer John's Pumpkin Patch in Half Moon Bay.  The sunflowers there were crying out to be painted.

Day 198: Rainy day with cat

The first real day of rain this season. Our beloved Bodhi loves the warmth from our gas stove. He sits in front of a rock painted as a portrait of our dear Himalayan Buddha who passed away some years ago.

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Location:Columbus St,Half Moon Bay,United States

Day 197: to see this clearly by Maya Stein

I continue to be inspired by the down to earth poetry of Maya Stein.  Her poem "to see this clearly" inspired me this morning to turn our ordinary breakfast into a special moment.  Toasting homemade bread and sweetening the world with "Blissful Blueberry Jam" made by a local woman, along with farm fresh eggs . . . well, this is my wonder.  As we say a lot:  Life is good.  I share her poem here.

To see this clearly

I am no magic trick, no doer of miracles, no water walker,
I am no architect of glory, no layer-on of hands, no angel wing,
I am no weaver of gold, no mythmaker, no parachute artist.
I am no halo of stillness in a downpour.
I am no treasure chest, no hero, no thunderbolt wielder,
I am no rabbit foot or lottery number.
I am no combination lock, no mystery ingredient, no optical illusion.
But there is a handful of sunflowers from the florist's sidewalk jungle.
Here is a blanket to spread on the grass for an afternoon.
Her is a song on the radio that calls for dancing.
Here is a chocolate bar I will share with you.
Here is a road sign, a notebook, photographs of those I have loved.
Here is a slice of bright blue sky, a hummingbird
thrashing her wings around an apricot tree.
To see this clearly
is enough.
  --Maya Stein

To read more of Maya's work go to: http://www.mayapapaya.com

Day 196: SImps VS BATS

Tonight join me as we watch the Stanford Improvisors face off against the BATS Company players, each hoping to take home the coveted Chicken trophy.   The trophy, by the way, was made by the amazing Ron Madson, my husband. 
Pictured here are Ted DesMaisons and Marshall Yuan, former Stanford Improvisers.  Wonderful to hang out with scores of returning SImps for Stanford's Homecoming.   

Day 195: Irreverent baking by Maya Stein

Irreverent baking

I should be upstairs with the others, drumming up ways

to heal the world, save the animals, pray for water

in a far-off continent, devote the remainder of my days

to a catalog of restorations.  But this morning it was the matter

of scones that drew my gaze, and my feet remained

planted in the kitchen.  One must never ignore the instinct

to create, is what I told myself, and soon the counter was stained

with flour, my hands sticky with dough, the house inked

with the smell of blueberry possibility, and I knew I was not wrong

This was my prayer, my act of healing, my offering, my song.

--Maya Stein

And, if you are inspired to make some blueberry scones, here is a recipe that is heavenly.  I am indebted to Patti Digh for publishing this wonderful poem in her newest book,  CREATIVE IS A VERB.  I recommend it. 

Day 194: Design and Improvisation

The intersection of improvisation and design is a fertile plane. I had the pleasure of meeting Michael Helms a doctoral candidate in Engineering who is studying anomaly detection. Fascinating subject. His colleague Neeraj Sonalkar is also studying improvisation as a modality useful to design. What exhilaration to smooze about our shared interests and vision.


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Location:Stanford Cantor Arts Museum

Day 193: The remarkable Patti Digh

I have been a fan of Patti Digh for a number of years.  She is well known as a blogger.  Her blog, 37 Days  is worth a long visit.  Go back over older posts as well as checking out what she is saying today.  I recommend her books as well.  Life is a Verb  is a book to keep by the bedside and under the front seat in your car.  Read it a lot.  Scribble in the margins, too.  

Day192: The Joys of Family

Ever saw a cuter kid? Inez America Madson enjoys her first corn.


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Day 191: Waiting for Superman

On Friday we saw an astonishing film:  Waiting for Superman  It is a must see for anyone who cares about education in America.  Take the time to discover the grim statistics on what is really wrong with the system that no one has been able to fix.  Please see this film. We all need to understand this.  

Day 190: Bridget Quigg: Amazing Woman

Sometime during the Punic Wars (or was it the late 1990's?) I had the privilege to teach a young woman named Bridget Quigg at Stanford. She signed up for my Sophomore Seminar on the Theories of Improvisation. The class met once a week to discuss readings and performances. All were centered on different forms of improv theater. I remember Bridget as being the kind of student whose eyes would light up in class. She appeared to be "getting it" (whatever it was I was selling in those days.) To my surprise and delight Bridgett showed up this February in Doe Bay, WA to attend a workshop on improvisation taught by the renowned Rebecca Stockley and Matt Smith of Seattle. I was there as a student, and it was with pleasure that I met Bridget again. She told me a story that my class had started something important for her . . . indeed her presence at an advanced improv workshop was a testament to this. Today I am spending the day as her student. She is offering a workshop in Palo Alto on using improv techniques to forward ones work as a writer. It is called "Unblock Your Brilliance: Writing Through Improvisation." Can't wait to wield my mighty pen under her tutelage.

In the evening you can see her perform an hilarious one woman show: Almost Female: A Jockette's Awesome Journey

Day 189: The Pumpkin Festival Half Moon Bay

Each fall there comes a weekend in October that is called The Pumpkin Festival of Half Moon Bay.  All hail the pumpkin.  Highway 92 "over the hill" is lined with fields filled with pumpkins for sale.  Many of the businesses along that way have rides and games for children and are meant to attract families to stop and take photos.  Each year the biggest pumpkin is weighed in and celebrated. This years winner was more than 1500 pounds.  For two days there is an arts and crafts faire that draws close to 200 thousand attendees. 2010 has the festival on October 16 and 17.  The important thing to know is that if you live on the coast side, lay low.  The traffic is often crippling, so don't try to go anywhere.  We are keeping a quiet profile.  Happy pumpkin picking to all.  This painting I did last year at Farmer John's pumpkin patch on Highway 1.

Day 188: HH the DALAI LAMA at Stanford

Today is a special day. HH the DALAI LAMA will be giving teachings at Stanford University. We will be there at Maples Pavillion.  His sessions at Stanford will all be webcast.   Join the wisdom online.