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Be Passionate and Determined

May 8, 2013 5 Comments

Ninth on the Zappos list of core values is a description of attitude. To be passionate and determined to please customers buying products is one thing, but this means passion to deliver happiness to all concerned.  I just read that the average American employee spends 24% of the time they are paid at work cruising the internet for personal reasons.  The sapping of energy and time that this represents also creates, I think, a big deficit in the happiness quotient. Both individual workers cheating the company out of work, and the ultimate customer experience for the client is cheapened when the employees are feeling cheated themselves.  Sticking to core values that uplift, support and reward the staff has to result in higher fun factors all around.

When I invented Floatli training systems I thought I wanted to teach people how to use them.  I have changed my mind.  Now I want to provide this naturally entertaining and useful aquatic equipment to everyone and let them do whatever they care to do.  I have abandoned the idea of teaching teachers, party because it would mean finding passionate and determined instructors to certify.  I want to present it like a hula hoop or a water gun, something any and everyone can use in the way they like.  The arm floatation units provide security for those as yet uncomfortable in deep water, and the full arm and leg combination is a challenging workout if used as such.  I am passionate and determined to convince Zappos to adopt Floatli as the official company sport.  That is how I picture everyone having the maximum amount of fun. Zappos markets better than anyone, and the product itself provides happiness to those who buy it.  I am determined to get an audition to demonstrate why Floatli and Zappos are an excellent match.  It soon will be hot and nothing will feel better than a romp in cool water.

Living Soul

May 6, 2013

book signing

book signing

Kripalu is a yoga school and retreat center in western MA that is leading the way in yoga instruction in the US. With a long background, checkered, then revised, they had the head start on yoga when it hit the competitive mainstream of American fitness.  I have several friends who are certified by Kripalu in yoga, and they are all very well versed in the whole system and philosophy.  I enjoy yoga practice, but have been out of the habit of taking classes for years.  I like my yoga room at home for the freedom and variety that I practice.

My reason for spending a weekend at Kripalu was to be in a workshop taught by an author I really admire.  Thomas Moore instructed a group of about 40 students the difference between soul and spirit.  This seems like a small technical issue, but it is much more basic.  We had about 8 hours of class with him, and a special evening was offered to all Kripalu guests with his wife and daughter.  The Kundalini yoga session with live band chanting was a perfect counterbalance for the intellectual work we were doing.  They are quite a stunning family, described by Thomas as a kind of monastic group.  Each is a monk in a certain personal way.  The ladies are Sikhs with turbans and sheepskin mats, the distinctive look of the Yogi Bhajan followers. They teach Kundalini yoga.  Tom is an expert in the world of religion who has his own way of practicing reverence.  They radiate the power of individualization.  If nothing else (and there is plenty) they teach the value of following the individual call to a specific path without regard for anything else.

The alchemy of thought, dreams, poetry, and the ritual of Kundalini yoga were all thrown into the still and worked.  The distilled result is wisdom, the kind that sinks in and becomes useful over a long period of time. The time and space expanded to allow a remarkable level of teaching to take place.  An artful, and soulful lesson was delivered as if they were translating directly the language of  the sky.  We now have a lifetime to absorb our new insights.  Although in the last few years I have walked out of a couple of workshops I paid for and attended because I felt the teaching was unethical and possibly harmful, this one made up for all of that.  I notice that the presence matters more than the material to me.

Gurus in Person

May 2, 2013 6 Comments

We can become fans of writers, teachers, artists and performers by watching and reading their work. Sometimes the personality is not even important if the subject being covered is of great interest. Teachers can impart wisdom from both a positive and a shadow style lesson. Sometimes they teach us what we want to avoid. This week I have the priviledge of seeing back to back two people I like because of the work they do.  Tonight I will see Anthony Bourdain on stage with another chef, Eric Rippert.  Tomorrow I will go to Kripalu to attend a weekend workshop with Thomas Moore.

These teacher/gurus influence me in completely different ways.  Bourdain travels and eats on TV.  Thomas Moore is my favorite author and modern philosopher.  They both inspire new thoughts and ideas for me while exposing me to unknown worlds.  They are both very knowledgeable and are recognized by peers as experts in their fields.  They both tweet, but with completely different styles.  Tonight I will sit in the audience for a show that is repeated on a tour of  other cities.  I am not sure if any interaction will take place, but it has to be minimal because of the ratio of audience members to talent.  For the weekend I will study, meditate and absorb the vibe of Thomas Moore in an intimate setting.  They will be distinct and probably incomparable experiences.  I will let you know, gentle reader.

Party in Cape Cod

April 26, 2013 2 Comments

Four friends who have never met in person gathered yesterday in Falmouth, MA to meet, eat, party and fully enjoy each other. Our host, Chico, lives right next to the beach and is a really excellent chef. He prepared a seafood extravaganza that lasted all afternoon. Deborah Elizabeth lives in Boston.  Christine lives in Australia. I live in Tucson. We planned this for months since Christine was in this hemisphere for a visit. The meal included bay scallops raw and scampi style, raw oysters, salad, bread and spicy dipping sauce, mussels, clams…and then…. we all had to take a break. We walked along the shore to do some digesting for an hour or so…and then there was lobster and NY cheesecake. The entire meal lasted, including the walk, about 6 hours. It was luxury that few ever experience.
Since Christine was basically on a drive by, she stayed in the hotel with me last night and we set out for breakfast and one last photo shoot and shopping trip in Falmouth village. We both love blooming trees, so there was much to shoot. One dip of her feet in the Atlantic, and she had to drive to Newark to return her car for a flight back tomorrow. I have rarely packed so much in to a 24 hour time frame. It was memorable. We found a perfect day, a perfect place, and a perfect meal to share with each other. Our extreme compliments to the chef and host for the best day.

Chow Down in Tucson

April 21, 2013 1 Comment

Recently reminded of the superb quality of the cuisine at Feast, we took the middle of the day on Saturday to enjoy it.  I started with the violet flavor and mysterious look of the Cuyahoga cocktail, which improved as the ice melted. It was a new twist on lunch beverages that grew on me.  In fact, I ordered another one to go with my salad.   Bob wanted to try snails, so he ordered quail and snail, which he said was mostly mushroom in flavor, and he liked it.  My first courses were delightful wild rice savory pancakes with sautéed vegetables, and a fried artichoke heart dish we both loved.  I enjoyed the gnocchi salad, but was too full to finish.  The use of pan fired gnocchi as croutons made this a filling dish I will have again today for lunch. Bob loved the banana and pork combo he ordered.

We passed on dessert in order to attend an event to support the Humane society of Tucson.  A vegan bake sale, complete with adoptable dogs, was the perfect place to buy our take home tofu cheesecake and peanut butter brownies for the late afternoon snacking.  We napped, we slowly chipped away at our dessert until nighttime.  There was only one vegan peanut butter brownie left to split for breakfast.

Poppies

April 20, 2013 3 Comments

Poppies have been cultivated since ancient times.  Poppy seeds are used in magic as well as in cooking. They are associated with rest and remembrance.  It was mythically created by Ceres while she was in search of Persephone, as a symbol of grief.  Death and pleasure are symbolized by red poppies. The bees are very active on them, although red flowers are typically pollinated by hummingbirds.  I think they are being sedated.

Slow Food

April 19, 2013 3 Comments

Last night was the first food and wine tasting presented by Slow Food in Tucson. I would call it a complete success.

We attended with our friend Sara, who enjoys a tasty bite as much as we do. We arrived early, and set out with a really outstanding Bloody Mary served by Pasco kitchen and lounge. Their urban farm cuisine is totally amazing. We plan to go to brunch there this weekend for more. We tasted our way through the most innovative dishes and drinks put together in one place by the Slow Food people. The live band and the lively crowd of foodists made this a party to treasure in the tastebuds of the mind. I started out to be very precise and document all the flavors and happy moments, and then happiness took over. We ran into old friends and I abandoned the picture taking to just have fun. I am not, gentle reader, a real reporter. I am an enthusiastic and opinionated blogger who loves to taste. I had more wine than beer, but am still of the opinion that the beer is better in Arizona than the wine. The beverages were all worth trying and complimented the food nicely. I came away liking a beer from Dragoon Brewery as my fave new discovery. It is Stronghold Session Ale, with a dark and festive flavor.

The chefs all made amazing bites, and were willing to serve me the plate without meat when it was easy. Chef Ryan Clark, the host chef of the event, served green posole, vegetarian, with the option to add pork. I loved him for that, and think the posole should go on his menu because it is epic. Doug Levy from Feast made mesquite biscuit mini sandwiches that drove me and the whole crowd wild. Everyone was talking about those. He did not mind that we were all snatching more than one. The radishes with mozzarella foam butter from Zona 78 were incredible, as was the grilled radicchio. They brought their farmers with them which was very cute. Acacia served me a plate minus the meat which was fabulous. There was no bad food at all. From my own taste perspective I gave Nancy Taylor, a woman who wrote a book and supports Slow Food with it the best dish award. She served prickly pear. Nopales, prickly pear cactus pads, are delicious, lower the blood sugar of those who eat them, and are virtually free to anyone who wants to go pick cactus. I adore nopales, and have a never ending search for the best recipe featuring them on earth. At the moment Ms Taylor is in first place with her tepary been, chiltepin salad. I will knock this off in my kitchen very soon. The contest will continue, however. Don’t hesitate to contact me, gentle readers, if you have a recipe for nopal. I am open to learning them all.

We discussed our discoveries on the way home in the car. Bob, Sara and all have all discovered new restaurants we want to visit, and been reminded that we are surrounded by talented, caring, creative chefs. This is all very good news.

Anne Dudley, Pilgrim Poet

April 18, 2013 3 Comments

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My 9th great-grandmother was a published poet. She was born in England and died in Massachusetts. Much is known about her because of her famous father and husband, but for a Pilgrim she was a feminist.  Her poems were about cosmology and the elements.  She was an intellectual in her own right.  This is a good account from http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com:

Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet was born in 1612 to a nonconformist former soldier of Queen Elizabeth, Thomas Dudley, who managed the affairs of the Earl of Lincoln. In 1630 he sailed with his family for America with the Massachusetts Bay Company. Also sailing was his associate and son-in-law, Simon Bradstreet. At 25, he had married Anne Dudley, 16, his childhood sweetheart. Anne had been well tutored in literature and history in Greek, Latin, French, Hebrew, as well as English.The voyage on the “Arbella” with John Winthrop took three months and was quite difficult, with several people dying from the experience. Life was rough and cold, quite a change from the beautiful estate with its well-stocked library where Anne spent many hours. As Anne tells her children in her memoirs, “I found a new world and new manners at which my heart rose [up in protest.]”a. However, she did decide to join the church at Boston. As White writes, “instead of looking outward and writing her observations on this unfamiliar scene with its rough and fearsome aspects, she let her homesick imagination turn inward, marshalled the images from her store of learning and dressed them in careful homespun garments.”Historically, Anne’s identity is primarily linked to her prominent father and husband, both governors of Massachusetts who left portraits and numerous records. Though she appreciated their love and protection, “any woman who sought to use her wit, charm, or intelligence in the community at large found herself ridiculed, banished, or executed by the Colony’s powerful group of male leaders.”Her domain was to be domestic, separated from the linked affairs of church and state, even “deriving her ideas of God from the contemplations of her husband’s excellencies,” according to one document.This situation was surely made painfully clear to her in the fate of her friend Anne Hutchinson, also intelligent, educated, of a prosperous family and deeply religious. The mother of 14 children and a dynamic speaker, Hutchinson held prayer meetings where women debated religious and ethical ideas. Her belief that the Holy Spirit dwells within a justified person and so is not based on the good works necessary for admission to the church was considered heretical; she was labelled a Jezebel and banished, eventually slain in an Indian attack in New York. No wonder Bradstreet was not anxious to publish her poetry and especially kept her more personal works private.Bradstreet wrote epitaphs for both her mother and father which not only show her love for them but shows them as models of male and female behavior in the Puritan culture.An Epitaph on my dear and ever honoured mother, Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who deceased December 27, 1643, and of her age, 61Here lies/ A worthy matron of unspotted life,/ A loving mother and obedient wife,/ A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor,/ Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store;/ To servants wisely aweful, but yet kind,/ And as they did, so they reward did find:/ A true instructor of her family,/ The which she ordered with dexterity,/ The public meetings ever did frequent,/ And in her closest constant hours she spent;/ Religious in all her words and ways,/ Preparing still for death, till end of days:/ Of all her children, children lived to see,/ Then dying, left a blessed memory.Compare this with the epitaph she wrote for her father:Within this tomb a patriot lies/ That was both pious, just and wise,/ To truth a shield, to right a wall,/ To sectaries a whip and maul,/ A magazine of history,/ A prizer of good company/ In manners pleasant and severe/ The good him loved, the bad did fear,/ And when his time with years was spent/ In some rejoiced, more did lament./ 1653, age 77There is little evidence about Anne’s life in Massachusetts beyond that given in her poetry–no portrait, no grave marker (though there is a house in Ipswich, MA). She and her family moved several times, always to more remote frontier areas where Simon could accumulate more property and political power. They would have been quite vulnerable to Indian attack there; families of powerful Puritans were often singled out for kidnapping and ransom. Her poems tell us that she loved her husband deeply and missed him greatly when he left frequently on colony business to England and other settlements (he was a competent administrator and eventually governor). However, her feelings about him, as well as about her Puritan faith and her position as a woman in the Puritan community, seem complex and perhaps mixed. They had 8 children within about 10 years, all of whom survived childhood. She was frequently ill and anticipated dying, especially in childbirth, but she lived to be 60 years old.Anne seems to have written poetry primarily for herself, her family, and her friends, many of whom were very well educated. Her early, more imitative poetry, taken to England by her brother-in-law (possibly without her permission), appeared as The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America in 1650 when she was 38 and sold well in England. Her later works, not published in her lifetime although shared with friends and family, were more private and personal–and far more original– than those published in The Tenth Muse. Her love poetry, of course, falls in this group which in style and subject matter was unique for her time, strikingly different from the poetry written by male contemporaries, even those in Massachusetts such as Edward Taylor and Michael Wigglesworth.Although she may have seemed to some a strange aberration of womanhood at the time, she evidently took herself very seriously as an intellectual and a poet. She read widely in history, science, and literature, especially the works of Guillame du Bartas, studying her craft and gradually developing a confident poetic voice. Her “apologies” were very likely more a ironic than sincere, responding to those Puritans who felt women should be silent, modest, living in the private rather than the public sphere. She could be humorous with her “feminist” views, as in a poem on Queen Elizabeth I:Now say, have women worth, or have they noneOr had they some, but with our Queen is’t gone?Nay, masculines, you have taxed us long;But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong.Let such as say our sex is void of reason,Know ’tis a slander now, but once was treason.One must remember that she was a Puritan, although she often doubted, questioning the power of the male hierarchy, even questioning God (or the harsh Puritan concept of a judgmental God). Her love of nature and the physical world, as well as the spiritual, often caused creative conflict in her poetry. Though she finds great hope in the future promises of religion, she also finds great pleasures in the realities of the present, especially of her family, her home and nature (though she realized that perhaps she should not, according to the Puritan perspective).Although few other American women were to publish poetry for the next 200 years, her poetry was generally ignored until “rediscovered” by feminists in the 20th century. These critics have found many significant artistic qualities in her work.

Anne Dudley (1612 – 1672)

is my 9th great grandmother
John Bradstreet (1652 – 1718)
son of Anne Dudley
Mercy Bradstreet (1689 – 1725)
daughter of John Bradstreet
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of Mercy Bradstreet
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
daughter of Caleb Hazen
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
daughter of Mercy Hazen
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of Martha Mead
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

Here is an example her work:

Part of the poem “Contemplations” said to be the finest of Anne Dudley Bradstreet’s poems:

“Sometimes now past in the autumnal tide,

When Phoebus wanted but hour to bed,

The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,

Were gilded O’er by his rich golden head.

Their leaves and fruits seemed painted, but was true

of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hue,

Rapt were my senses at this delectable view

I wist not what to wish, yet sure, thought I

If so much excellence abide below,

How excellent is He that dwells on high,

Whose power and beauty by His works we know,

Sure He is goodness, wisdom, glory, light,

That hath this underworld so rightly sight,

More Heaven than Earth was her, no winter & no night.”

Provide for the Future

April 17, 2013

We are always providing something. It can be waste and decay, or it can be brilliance. Usually it is both.  The buzzword-o-moment is provide value through content.  This blog, for instance, is intended to provide the gentle reader with some facts, entertainment, and history.  Unlike printed media, if the system does not crash this digital data will exist forever. We are now kicking out content of all kinds a mile a minute to be archived permanently in the cloud.  Value is not only in the eye of the beholder, but in the almost infinite ability to search and surf on this future cloud.  While we stuff this cloud with presumed value the earth itself requires more attention.

Bees and pollinators provide for the future.  Seed libraries leave a legacy to generations that follow.  Look down, gentle reader.  Wisdom resides in nature. Meditative attention to nature is healing and holistic.  Withdrawal from the seasons, the botany, and the wildlife of the land deprives the spirit and represses the soul.