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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 13 :: oh, joy the verb?

13 Jan

As the year moves forward and my promise to focus on JOY takes hold… I am wondering when joy is more of a verb and an action. It feels like such an emotional feeling sort of state of being… that the action part of joy isn’t quite clear to me. 

I know Joy is choice. But “finding joy” seems like a scavenger hunt (one that starts on the inside of course!). And maybe that is the action verb part after all.

Oh, joy!

More tomorrow…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 166 :: your way, every day

20 Jun

Day 166: Great Vow.

I couldn’t say it any better than this article. The power of yoga every day (thanks, Jill!).

And I probably couldn’t say it any better than this paragraph:

“Sometimes yoga is sweaty and long and intense. Other times, it is subtle, like the generosity to let someone cut in traffic or being patient with our loved ones. It is this mode of living yoga, finding union in our thoughts, words, and actions that provides consistency in practice, which Judith Lasater says, “is the highest form of discipline”. Whereas, if we were to adhere to a strict regimen of asana 90 minutes a day, 7 days a week, but found that we were no kinder, gentler or more peaceful, then we wouldn’t be in the practice of yoga. Instead, it is better to practice your yoga, your way, every day.”

But I do know this:
I can’t remember a time when I couldn’t/didn’t do yoga every day. I mean, really, easy thing to say now when I can look back and remember. But I seriously now question why I didn’t think I had the time or the effort or the patience to do something that has become so simple, so easily integrated, so much a part of my daily life.

I also know it’s because all pressure is now off. As this articles so nicely sums up:

“Plus, when you know you will have another opportunity tomorrow, there’s less pressure imposed on each instance of practice.” 

Yes! So true.
Instead of squeezing every last drop of sweat out of my body for a class I paid $15 dollars to attend and must get my money’s worth — I now gently focus at the end of the night and listen to my body. What does it want? What would feel good?

And then when I do show up for a class that I pay $15 to attend I still listen to my body because I now know what it is saying. I can hear it. I can feel when it says to slow down or amp up or stretch deeper or stay longer. Instead of following along with someone else’s pace or looking up to make sure I am in tune and on time. Instead, I still share space, but I stretch to my own hearts content.

Why did it take me so long?

I suppose starting a home practice is part of the process of letting go. Of expectations around what yoga is. Or what exercise is. And of what levels of sweat constitute a bonafide yoga experience.

I also think there is an invisible power in making a promise. Or a “great vow” to yourself.

When you make a promise to yourself nobody else can take it away.
When you make a promise to yourself you are the only one that may judge it (if at all).
And when you make a promise to yourself you show up for yourself.

It’s not selfish.
It’s self-care.
And to me, that’s a union.
Of head, heart, body, soul — and everyday life.
Your way.
Every day.

More tomorrow.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 203 :: out living it

28 Jul
Here’s what brings me BLISS today: Out Living It!
It’s a series of programs for cancer survivors from First Descents.

Here’s a little background and more on FD:
First Descents offers young adult cancer fighters and survivors a free outdoor adventure experience designed to empower them to climb, paddle and surf beyond their diagnosis, defy their cancer, reclaim their lives and connect with others doing the same.

Did you read that… FREE!?
More than free in the price of attendance, it is freedom in the face of a diagnosis.

Wish it would have been around when I was a young adult survivor, but alas there is good news… there is an over 40 group as well!

You can find out more here.  You can even help raise money to send survivors on an adventure of a lifetime. And if you know a young adult survivor, please share. There is a Magazine and Facebook Page with even more inspired LIVING stories.

More than anything this brings me bliss because it is a real life call to action for those in the throws of living with cancer or post cancer. It’s another reason to show up, an adventure to take, and a catalyst to be out living it. Whether it’s a diagnosis or life.

After all, Bliss is …taking action.

More tomorrow.
  {are you taking action?}

GIFT DAY 071: lights… camera.. action… mouse?

12 Mar

I’m in this cool office space today, called Oficio. You have to pay to play here, and sign in at the front desk.

Everyone must sign in, even guests.

Well, everyone except the one who didn’t. A little mouse is crawling around the place and I don’t think he signed in. And that’s okay because it is Boston. There’s probably more mice than men in this town.

The little furry guy made for some serious action here today. People grabbing garbage bins, pointing in the direction of the mouse flying across the room at light speed.

And it reminded me about something I almost forgot about until today… the exact moment when my writing career started

I was six-years old.
I was in elementary school.

I would get up early, dress for school, make my bed and then …write. I made up stories and wrote them on lined paper with a pencil.

(Note: for those of you under the age of twenty, a pencil is this old fashioned writing tool that we used on this thing called paper. It was all we had back in the dark ages before iPads were invented.)

One of my stories was called “House Mouse” a tale of a tail.

When Mama Sling woke up she would find me sitting on the end of my bed writing House Mouse stories. And believe me, she reminded me of this every single time she couldn’t get me out of bed before high noon as a teenager too!

But somewhere between puberty and college and finding a paycheck in the real world, my propensity to sit in one place and string words together got lost.

Until I made this promise three years ago.

The ironic part of my promise was this: it really had nothing to do with the writing a blog everyday. But it was the writing a blog everyday that had everything to do with my healing adventure and journey.

My healing happened because I took action.
(And if you were there with me — thank you!)

And I think that’s the secret of really making your dreams come true — ACTION.

Lights… Camera… Action.

Don’t get me wrong …I love goals.
But goals without action are like daydreams … rumors of the heart. They aren’t quite real yet.

But promise, promises come from a deeper place.
Promises are more meaningful. Promises with action are where dreams come true.

And to think …it only took me thirty years and a little mouse to figure that out.
Oh yeah, and 365 days of action.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),
{Where can you take action? Write on… in the comments section.}

Day 126: make way little ducklings

6 May

Today I spotted the neighborhood ducklings waddling behind their mama.

I grabbed my camera and ran out the door in hopes of catching the little ones.

As I approached the little brood, walking very slowly on my tippy toes as not to scare them off, I was surprised to see they ignored me completely.  The closer I crept the more comfortable they were with my presence.

Clearly, these are the designated neighborhood pets, completely comfortable pecking around the parking lot.

It’s been fun to watch them from my window over the last month.
And, boy they have grown, almost doubling their size.

It was even better to walk in the grass next to them, witness their pecking order, the way they mimic the grown ups and stick together.

I giggled as two little ones realized they were left behind and had to make a run for it to catch up with the rest of the family.

Today was a nice reminder about play and curiosity, spontaneity and surprises.

Watching Mama Duck try to keep her little ones all in a row as they scattered about, highlighted the irony of it all.

Sometimes, I get too obsessed with keeping my own ducks in a row.  The result is bowing out or saying no, or not participating, just to keep control.

Being out in the middle of the grass on my hands and knees with camera draping across my neck, cooing at the little furry fellows, reminded me of this:

It’s better to do, participate and join in than to watch from afar.
It’s good for my head and my heart.
Plus, isn’t the best seat in the house in the middle of the action?

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