March, 2008 Archives



by Pj in Random

Who gave this girl permission to grow up? I know it wasn’t me!

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by Pj in Random

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, ARIZONA — “Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.” — George Washington

Spring should be a time of new growth. The weather is warmer. The flowers are blooming. And yet I feel such melancholy. It is the time of year that symbolizes new birth, but that also is possible because of death. I don’t think I have always felt this way at this time of year but I do now. Memories flood back of moments gone by. Words that weren’t spoken, thoughts that were not expressed. Now those words cannot be said and those thoughts are buried deep in the frozen past.

Recently, I have received many “forwards” from people and I have viewed many movies with themes to suggest that every moment should not pass without genuine affection between friends and family. I am approaching that age that some of my peers are no more. Mortality is so ever present.

I am constantly reminded, there is no time to dwell in the past. There is no time to fret over the future. There is only the here and now.

And, yet, I move through my days, hesitant and wary of making too many or too drastic changes for fear of upsetting those around me, saying to myself, “Not, now. Maybe later. Maybe tomorrow.” Our film, BAD TIMING, is now on the Internet Movie Database. In the film world, there is now a site that recognizes that I, Pamela Jo Bowman have produced a film. Instead of feeling like I’ve reached an important milestone, the page occurs only as a beginning, a list of what I have started — a page that reminds me of what I have yet to do. Can I? Will I? The ticking clock is a wonderful cinematic device but it is daunting for a human being. Every passing season becoming one less season to accomplish all I hope to finish. Every existing moment giving me another opportunity to do all that I want.

Realize courtesy to self counts. I have withstood the shock of the adversary. I am entitled to the appellation.


The Daffodil Principle

by Pj in Random

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, ARIZONA — This has been floating around the internet for a while. A friend sent it to me yesterday and it made me smile, again.

“Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next Tuesday”, I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren. “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!” My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.”

daffodil01.jpg“Well, you won’t get me back on the road un til it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.

“But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”

“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.”

“It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, ” Daffodil Garden .” We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that i t swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn. “Just one woman,” Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking”, was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”

daffodil02.jpgFor me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I h ad never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world .

“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Ca rolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”


My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said.
She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”
Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting…..
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die…
There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don’t need money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt, and,
Dance like no one’s watching.
Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!
Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin. ”


She Can Still Ski

by Pj in Random

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, ARIZONA — pamSkiingStill.jpgI was pretty convinced that skiing wasn’t in the cards because frankly i am too old to deal with the cold and the snowstorms. On Monday morning we woke up to clear skies. So really what choice did I have? It is true i was terrified of blowing out one of my 50 year old knees. They pretty much ache all the time. Whine, whine, whine. I envisioned being hauled down on the toboggan. My daughter having to drive my rented car and she is only 18. How to deal with changing flight plans. My imagination goes to the minutist detail. Rather pathetic I think. So at 12 when we had to leave so Wistie could get to work I was happy neither of us had been hurt. My pride was bruised a bit because by the second run my legs were burning and I hadn’t played that hard for that to happen. When my feet became numb, not from cold, but poor circulation I became concerned. The video was taken on Wistie’s phone. Can’t really tell, but that is me having fun on a splendidly spring ski day! Hit the picture and watch life being good.


Monumental Moments

by Pj in Random

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA ARIZONA – Why is it that during monumental moments I can never appreciate the moment? Today we mailed the movie to Cannes. I felt such despair. I wanted to take it back and check it again. I felt like I had sent out one of my children before age and experience could work its magic. As the day progressed, I knew it was gone and began to accept the reality that whatever happens, happens. We did the most with what we had to work with. I know with what we have learned our next undertaking will benefit from this experience as will every project we undertake.

So I say on to a new adventure, new possibilities and new life experiences. It’s only going to get crazy from here on out.

What I do know was that I was able to watch the movie with my family and not feel too nauseated. That, for me, is a monumental moment all by itself!


iClicker, uClicker, We All Need a Clicker

by Pj in Random

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA ARIZONA – iclick.jpgIt was so cool! We were sitting in Wistie’s physical science class and she took out her “iclick.” The teacher started lecturing and then presented a question to the students. They were then told to discuss their ideas with each other for 20 seconds or so. Then, using their “iclick,” they offered their answer to the question. The results were immediately displayed in the form of a graph. Talk about interactive education. The teacher had immediate feedback if the concepts being explained had been understood by the class. WBlistening-1.jpgHe could then go over the material again and target those elements of the lecture that were unclear. He was able to respond to the class and adapt immediately. I kept thinking about how life would be if we had this level of in-the-moment feedback on all areas of our life. WOW! It was so cool. The “click moments occurred about four times during the one-hour lecture. Very cool! I think they learned so much more because the teaching had a more game-like feel to it. I thought it would make learning more fun. I know I did for me! Want to discuss fusion or fission? At the end of the period, I thought overall physical science is it still kind of boring, but several concepts really seemed to “click” today.



by Pj in Family

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA ARIZONA – Fun weekend just hanging with my “homey” in her new home quite far away from home. WBeating.jpgWe ate, we played, we ate some more. We bought matching skirts! We are weird. I kicked butt in bowling. She was a tad grumpy. I was told it was a genetic thing, but it isn’t. Oh how she hurts me! Truly, sincere thanks to Wistie for a fun weekend. I am glad I got to share a bit of her college life. Of course, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have a life to share. So, if you want to meet later, remember to take your phone so I don’t have to worry about it! Love ya and proud of ya!


All About Timing

by Pj in Africa

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, ARIZONA — I have tried, unsuccessfully, to get the feature film’s name, BAD TIMING changed to something else … anything else. I have been overruled. From the very beginning of pre-production, this film has lived up to its name. There should be a documentary about how much bad timing we endured, oh wait there is!

We officially sent off the application for a MAJOR film festival this week. We both sat down and answered the questions. There was a heated discussion on the film synopsis, another heated discussion about how many actors to list, even a heated discussion on how to ship it overseas. However, the MOST a heated discussion about the title!

hungryHippo.jpgIt feels wonderful to send this movie to Cannes for consideration. We are really pleased with how it turned out. We are happy with the performances of the cast and the excellent work of the crew. We are proud to have produced the first full-length, dramatic narrative feature film based on an award-winning stage play by a Zambian, directed by a Zambian and acted by an all-Zambian cast. It turned out amazingly well for a first production. The passion and commitment of everyone involved is evident in the quality of the final film. I believe it reflects their culture and they will be excited to see it. We know there are 11 million people who will want to see this film! It is THEIR story, their voice, their culture. That is pretty amazing.

So now if I could just get that name changed! Would love some persuasive assistance on this one and perhaps a suggestion or two. I’m all about recognizing the problem, but more committed to solving it. New name, how about HEART OF AFRICA? I like it, but it has been vetoed by the powers that be. Oh, I see it now. Here comes another heated discussion!



by Pj in Random

BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, ARIZONA — ARGH!!! I went to the movie this weekend to see VANTAGE POINT. The theater was VERY full. We were sandwiched between two couples. Watching the previews, I often hear the conversations of those around me. Can’t help it. People talk loud and we don’t talk at all, so it is inevitable. I can hear “Neighbor Number One” vantage_point.jpgdiscussing her plans to enter the medical field because it doesn’t matter what the economy is (she says) people get sick and there will always be a need for nursing assistants. My thought is that nurses and doctors are needed as well but that might require more education than she is willing to tackle.

The movie starts and I quietly put away my popcorn. I would hate to disturb my neighbors with crunching. This is not the first time I notice that my fellow moviegoers do not have the same concern for other viewers.

It began with “Neighbor Number One” now giving her editorial comments on the actors, the scenes and then, of course, the story. Her comments ceased only when she stopped to take phone calls from her children …. multiple calls! After the third call, she informed them (and all of us) that they could not go to the mall and needed to stay at Burger King until she picked them up. There was some discussion on this decision before she finally hung up … again. She then proceeded to grace us with more editorial comments about the movie.

Where has common courtesy gone? I could have asked the couple in front what they thought but they were busy trying to quiet their crying baby. Maybe the group on the other side who talked too loud and then laughed even louder. I could have written a snide note in the light cast by the man who was texting nearby.

I don’t know, maybe I’m missing something here. That’s right, I’m missing …THE MOVIE!


Pam in the Porsche

by Pj in Random

BY WOTYA, MESA, ARIZONA — Last week, we went to the Hyatt at Gainey Ranch for the Woman of the Year Dinner. After a difficult year, it was a night of fun and celebration. Pam was the chauffeur for the evening, driving Tammy’s Porsche Carrera, We started the journey by heading out on a back road so we could floor the Porsche and feel the engine kick in. PorschePam.jpgIt definitely has some get up and go. The car has a million gadgets, bells and whistles. It makes noise if the car gets too close to anything when you’re backing up. It beeps if you get to close the wall when you’re pulling into the garage. It made almost as much noise as the three of us laughing and being silly. Our trip was a lot more fun than Jeanette’s! She drove down from Flagstaff for the dinner and had to go home afterwards. Four hours of driving for a three-hour dinner.

None of us would have been at the Hyatt if it weren’t for the tenacity, inspiration and intuition of Pamela Jo. She’s the one who had the idea. As you may recall, Pamela Jo nominated me for Woman of the Year for my teaching career and the FilmZambia project. I was totally surprised that I was selected in August. Sponsored by KEZ 99.9 and Schumacher Mercedes Benz, nominees got a wonderful basket of goodies upon being selected. The dinner was just MORE of an already good thing. We got two main courses for dinner (petite filet mignon AND Chilean sea bass … which Pamela did NOT eat), a delightful salad and THREE desserts. The other eleven finalists were in attendance including several of the winners from previous years. Arizona Superior Court Justice Ruth McGregor spoke about her path to the Court as one of the first women to come through law school following the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Since we’re getting close to finishing the film, it was an especially sweet evening.

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