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Month: December, 2012

Day 22: Beautiful Earth

Sometimes (especially in sad and confusing times), it helps to be reminded of Earth’s beauty. This planet existed before we got here and it will be here when we’re gone. For now, we get to see and experience it from a huge variety of vantage points.

Last month, NASA released “Earth as Art,” a 158-page book celebrating “the patterns, shapes, colors and textures of the land, oceans, ice and atmosphere.” It’s beautiful. The satellites providing the imagery captured light and patterns not visible by the naked human eye.

NASA has made a free e-book of “Earth as Art” available for download. Get it here. Have an iPad? There’s an app for that. And, you can peruse the NASA Earth site for more incredible imagery and information.

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Day 21: Tell Me

Today, Om Shanti.

Here is a poem by Mary Oliver:

Wild Geese
By Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Day 20: Here’s The List

I love a good list. I really do. I make them all the time. Unfortunately, I tend to lose them pretty swiftly after making them (I found one from 2009 in my costume box last week). Since it occurred to me today that my youngest sister is visiting me in one short week, I am making a public list of stuff I need to do before she gets here. I can Google it whenever I forget what it says.

For usability purposes, I wrote it to myself, as myself. That way, it’s like a good pep talk (go get ’em, tiger!).

To Do

1. Hide her presents. You love telling people what you got them before they open their gifts, but it’s really only fun if they haven’t already seen the goods.

2. Fix the constantly running toilet. You’re crafty and you have two hands—you can adjust the chain or get a new plugger thingy. Better yet, you can use your dexterity to call the landlord.

3. Give Brian Boitano some fresh water. Seriously, he’s living in a marble slum right now and it’s embarrassing.

4. Ask her if she drinks dairy milk or soy milk. And then buy more soy milk.

5. For goodness sake, throw away that old grape. Your science experiment turned it into a raisin and now it’s just an old raisin.

6. Either put the vacuum back in the closet or use it. It’s been sitting in the kitchen since Thanksgiving and it’s starting to look like a sculpture.

7. Come up with a list of medical mysteries she can solve while she’s visiting. She’s a med student. She knows everything.

8. Come up with a list of things you know more about than she does so you can demonstrate that you’ll always be older and wiser.

9. Enlist your middle sister for help with number 8.

10. Optional: Finish making the college graduation gift you promised to give her two and a half years ago when she graduated. And then hide it.

Day 19: The Apocalyptic Skirt

My TV antenna doesn’t pick up anything other than the ION Network, so unless I’m in the mood to watch Rebound or three hours of Cold Case, I don’t watch much television (that’s not to say I don’t take full advantage of my Netflix account). So, when my Facebook newsfeed blew up last night with posts about Kanye West’s skirt at the 12-12-12 Concert for Sandy relief, I had no idea why.

This morning, I did some research. Yes, West wore a skirt. Yes, it was made of black leather. Yes, he wore leather leggings underneath. And although I love my Facebook friends dearly, I don’t know why it was a big deal.

Women wear pants. Dogs wear jackets. Guys can wear skirts.

Frankly, I’m not sure why West even bothered with the leggings. Maybe it was cold at the show.

A few months ago, I read a story in the Huffington Post about a father who wears a skirt in solidarity with his dress-wearing five-year-old son. Nils Pickert determined that his son needed a role model who didn’t succumb to “fluffy gender roles.”

It’s likely that West and Pickert are similar only in that they’ve experienced the awesomeness of skirts, and that they don’t employ the same reasons for their choices. Making a fashion statement is ultimately different than sticking up for a kid who wears what he wants. But both situations bring up the same questions for me. Why is this news? Why do we care? Why do we have to identify clothing as feminine or masculine?

Unless a clothing item is somehow dangerous (a blazer ablaze?), if you like it, you get to wear it.

Day 18: Stroke of Insight

Continuing the series of people you should know, I’m highlighting one of my favorite brain research scientists, Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor. If you and I know each other personally, I’ve probably (definitely) already made you watch her TED Talk or lent you her book, “My Stroke of Insight.” (Actually, I’m missing my copy, so if I lent it to you, let me know.)

Jill Bolte Taylor

Inspired by her brother’s schizophrenia, Taylor began her career by researching severe mental illnesses at Harvard. A dedicated and renowned neuroanatomist, she split time between intensive brain study and advocacy work with NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness.

In 1996, at 37 years old, a blood vessel in her brain’s left hemisphere exploded. She had a stroke.

The morning of her stroke, Taylor became aware that something extraordinary was happening. As she went about her normal routine and wavered between types of consciousness, she recognized she was having a stroke when her right arm went numb. According to her reflection on the experience, she thought, “Wow, this is so cool! How many brain scientists have the opportunity to study their own brain from the inside out?”

So, semi-aware but not entirely logical, she researched herself through the process of losing all function in her left hemisphere. As the hemorrhage spread, she could not read, write or identify herself as a being separate from her environment. One of the most intriguing parts of her incredibly intriguing TED talk is when she describes realizing the gravity of her situation and trying to call for help. In order to reach a colleague without being able to recognize numbers, she matched “the shape of the squiggles” on a business card to the “shape of the squiggles on the phone pad.”

(Seriously, watch her TED Talk. It’s poignant, funny, frightening and beautiful.)

When not engaged with the warning bells of her logical and ego-centered left hemisphere, Taylor experienced a euphoric uniting of herself with the entire world; in the midst of trauma, she had a powerful sense of peace and wonder.

The right sides of our brains recognize beauty and connectivity, and when fully engaged, release us from all the mundane concerns of living a life. Taylor’s post-stroke insights into the structure of the brain teach us that we can choose where to exist at any given moment. We can be peaceful, cellular beings in flow with the rest of the universe, or separate individuals with distinct personalities, goals and responsibilities. Her position is that the more time we spend engaged with our right hemispheres, the more peace we project into the world—and the more peaceful the world becomes.

What strikes me about her research is that we rely on our critical, categorizing, judging left hemispheres in order to survive. But without our present-moment, satisfied, universally conscious right hemispheres, there would be nothing to live for.

On this lucky and/or apocalyptic day (12/12/12), it’s something to think about.