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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 274 :: joy is a bubble bath

9 Oct


Sometimes you just need a good old fashioned bubble bath to relax into joy. Tonight, that was just the ticket! And my first bubble bath in our new place. A christening of sorts. 

Joy is teaching me that the small moments are just as big as the big ones. Even in the form of tiny bubbles. 

More tomorrow… Lovemore,


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 4 :: joy of bathing

4 Jan
{good news}

There’s good news when it comes to joy … it can help burn calories! According to an article I read today…. A New Study Says Taking a Hot Bath Burns As Many Calories As a 30-minute Walk.

So I put it to the test tonight. Hot bath (and hot brownies!). Who knows if it burnt any calories. But I do know this — I didn’t burn the brownies! I think it’s pretty joyful to relax in bubbles and then bask in the warm of brownies fresh out of the oven.

Bubbles and brownies unite! Who cares about the calories when you have joy at your side?

Here’s to the joy of relaxing.

More tomorrow…


{feeling joyful?}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 143 :: 4-letter word friday

26 May


Today’s 4-letter word Friday is dedicated to that warm bubbly water. The bath. Sometimes there is nothing better than a Friday night bubble bath.

It is where I find some semblance of ease and poise and calm and grace. And that brings me to this: Self-Kindness. It feels stronger than self-care.

Self-care and self-compassion are wonderful, don’t get me wrong. But self-kindness feels deeper as if it soaks down to the core of my being instead of just a Band-Aid hovering over the top.

It is remembering to hold myself to a standard of love and kindness. And grace. Instead of perfection. Self-kindness is built out of love.

And the occasional bubble bath.

More tomorrow….

{happy friday}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 4 :: bubbles bubbles bubbles

4 Jan


It’s Day 4 over here of my Kindness Promise. I have to admit I wasn’t really sure where to start or what to do. So I took a bath. A bubble bath. I really hot, warm, overflowing bath.

That’s not really out of the ordinary for me. I take baths a lot. Almost every night when I have time. So what makes tonight different? I guess I just thought it was a “kind” thing to do for myself.

It’s simple.
A bath.
Warm water.

I suppose it’s an act of kindness if I remember to acknowledge how calm it makes me. How peaceful it is to put the world on pause for a few bubbles.

There is special kind of kindness in awareness.
May you be aware, kind soul, may you be aware.

More tomorrow.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 29 :: time lapse #bliss

29 Jan
It’s hard to believe that January is almost over. Where did the time go? I am reminded about the phenomenon known as “time flies when you’re having fun.” Or maybe better said, sheer bliss.

So, tonight I share a Pug and his bath. I don’t know why this feels significant, other than it reminds me of those moments when happiness comes from something as simple as warm water and bubbles.  

Maybe sheer bliss is really being so dopey that we forget what time it is….
Then again, maybe it’s just bubble bath?

Ask the Pug.

More tomorrow. 

 {does time fly when you have fun?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 341 :: fuzzy robe and bath slippers

10 Dec

Sometimes a peak performance feels like my fuzzy robe and bath slippers. And so I’m off, to take a soak.  Chalking this up to my peak performance moment of the day.

Because sometimes rest and refocus is what the body needs for a peak performance.

More tomorrow.

 {what does your body need?}

Day 92: vision boards and bath time: how sweet it is

1 Apr

It was bath night around here — for everyone:  the dogs and the humans in this household.

As all dog owners may attest, it’s hard, no — almost impossible — to bathe a dog and not get your own form of bath in the process. Especially when one of the canines weighs in at 60 pounds (that means 60 pounds of pooch shaking and spraying water in every direction in our tiny, tiled bathroom!).

After bath time comes the bewitching hour, which involves two dogs running around the house dragging their towels and shaking off the water stuck to their fur. I wish I would have taken a photo, but honestly, I think it would have been utterly impossible between the bathwater, dog fetching and towel wrangling.

It’s adorable, but it’s mayhem.
And, I asked for it.

Tonight, as I watched this craziness unfold, I looked up and saw my vision board tacked up on the wall.

On this board, just a mere four weeks ago, I cut and pasted images from magazines — and one was that of a dog.  This was before we knew about Brady, before we had even considered the idea of adding four more paws to our cause.

I am still struck by how easily Brady came into our life, just two weeks after I pasted that photo up on the board.  As if I had keen vision, or a super power calling him into our lives.

As it turns out — I did.  I do.  
And, so do you.

Yesterday, while sitting in the presence of Abraham-Hicks, I was mesmerized by the consciousness, clear-cut advice and deep “knowingness” shared right before my eyes.

One very important point was this:  when making a Vision Board, make sure the images on it invoke a feeling of “good” inside of you and not one of “lack” or “yearning.”

It hit me like a ton of bricks.
How many goals, visions, boards have I created where what I “WANTED” seemed lovely, but so out of reach, beyond me, too big that it just felt DISAPPOINTING every time I looked at it?


There is nothing wrong with dreaming big, but the message I took away from the seminar yesterday, was this:

1) Our vision has to be BELIEVABLE to us, and

2) It has to FEEL GOOD.  

If it doesn’t make you feel good then it won’t have the power to be created in your life. And, if you don’t believe it can happen, well… it won’t.

So, tonight, as I looked up at the Vision Board I created a month ago, I realized that the photo of the dog was what made me feel the best, it’s what I am drawn to most and… Surprise! It is what came into my life FIRST. (Even though I didn’t realize I was asking for it — I just loved the photo!)

I am comforted and overjoyed with the knowledge that we CAN and DO create our lives — especially when we come at it from a place of LOVE, JOY and PLAY.

It reminds me to keep having fun and dreaming up things that feel good — even more so, DWELLING on the things that feel good.

And, I think that’s how I will spend my month of April…

But, for now, I am going to return to chasing two wet dogs around the house with a towel. 

How sweet it is. 

Day 271: the bath that makes my body work

28 Sep

What is the first thing you do when you arrive at a hotel?
As soon as I stepped foot into my hotel room in Columbus, Ohio today I hung up my clothes — next to the those big, warm, fluffy and yummy hotel robes.

It is actually easy to pack for road trips since I have been without shopping for the last 271 days.  My suitcase and I have the formula down-pat, there is a worn path where the black heels go.  I know exactly how to fold my Cibeline jacket, laying it gently on top so it doesn’t get smashed as I zip up the case.  There is little cramming, only space for essentials — like bubble bath.

I must admit: I love hotel rooms.
There’s something so clean-slate/fresh-start about hotels.

But, more than anything, I love a great bathtub.
I’m drawing my bathwater now.

I firmly believe that it is my bath that makes my body work.
Even just fifteen minutes in hot water soaking away my day gives me the boost I need to either unwind or rev up.  And, today, it feels vital with my sinuses stuffed up and my nosing giving the next presidential candidate a good run for office.

So off I go, to soak, and pop a few Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom pills.

That, combined with bubble bath has to be good for my body.
If not just my nose.

Day 108: a good book and a warm bath

18 Apr

Tonight, I commenced my bath by lighting a candle from Pure Light (one of my dearest friends, Shannon — who I met in junior high — started the company a few years ago to deliver toxin-free coconut wax candles to the world. They are lovely!).

And, I ended my bath with an anointment of Ayurveda body massage oil. Combine all that with bubbles and hot water and it was therapeutically mind numbing.

And it is there, in the bathtub, where my best ideas find me.

My “thinker” shuts off, the distractions fade away, and intuition kicks in …it’s a place where I let ME talk to me.

Here’s what ME was telling me tonight.
I wish someone would have given me the book A Course In Weight Loss when I was twelve. Not that I needed a course in weight loss when I was twelve.  I was like the tallest girl in the class and string bean bony. That’s beside the point.

What I needed was a constant reminder that my body was beautiful, that it would grow and move and change, constantly (and I mean constantly!). And that is okay, even better, that is perfect.

I am well into the book now, around Lesson 8.
It’s not a quick read, as it includes lessons, and mantras, and reflections and well, work!  This is not for the faint of heart. But, it delivers on the heart and gets to the heart of it all when it comes to love, fear and fat.

Sometimes, even more than you remember.
Case in point: in the lesson called, “Love Your Body” Marianne asks you to call upon the very first time you hated your body.

Here’s the unbelievable part to me: 
As I read those words I had a flashback zoom right into the center of my brain ~ I can remember the exact moment in time, in full technicolor slow motion, when I felt hate towards my body.

It was junior high.
A friend of mine (let’s call her Iggy) was over at my house and we were getting dressed to go to some super fabulous, can’t miss junior high function.

We planned our exact outfits down to the color and stripes of our shirts and matched our brand of jeans. The brand was Guess jeans of course! We methodically pegged and rolled up our pant legs to make them skinny (That’s right you youngin’s! We had skinny jeans too!).

In the middle of standing up to inspect my pant leg rolling skills in the mirror, Iggy looked at me and said:

“Wow! You are really hippy Jamie!”

And, no, she didn’t mean, “laid back, with long braided hair and rose colored glasses”.  She meant, large in the BUTT. Hippy, as in, you need LIPOSUCTION to get through the doorway, girlfriend!

At least that is how it sounded to me.  And, I carried those words with me all through my teenage years. It took me decades to come to terms with the fact that I was a woman with, (don’t say it!) curves.  

So, last night, when reading A Course In Weight Loss, I landed on this line:

“Since all negative emotions derive from fear, and you hate your body, you must fear something. What is that? Do you fear ridicule?”

I thought, yes! You’re right. That is exactly what my twelve-year old self feared – ridicule, and the potential ousting from some group of twelve year old girls who lived to look, dress and act exactly the same.

While sitting in the bathtub taking really good care of my body tonight, I pondered this and thought: If I had a book like this, when I was a girl like that, would it have made any difference?

It’s kind of ironic now, but I didn’t understand when I was twelve, walking around with hate and loathing for my pint size hips ~ that in reality I was a skinny little thing, shining and brilliant.

Learning to let go of the power of  words spoken by others – well, it is a long process when you’re a teenage girl. One I was reminded of now, twenty-five years later, as an adult woman.

I do know this:
Words can be hurtful and violent.

They stick to you like glue, for years, without the messenger ever comprehending their power.

But, even more so, I believe this:
Words can be medicine.
They can heal and soothe and fortify.

Sometimes it just takes a good book and a warm bath.
May you have plenty of both!

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