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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 220 :: trust floats

8 Aug


It’s the height of summer here in Boston. The days are hot and the nights are long. But it won’t always be that way, as we all know, too soon the leaves will begin to fall. So I am holding onto these last weeks of brilliant beauty in the flowers all around me. The birds singing in the morning. The beach waves on the weekend. It’s all so beautiful with the filter of summer. 

And maybe it’s just the understanding that summer will not last forever that makes each day so bright. Football is already on television in the form of preseason games, but still, it is the first sign of summer’s slow down. 

So tonight I hold the beauty of summer in my heart and trust in my head there will be so many things to look forward to this fall. 

Trust me!
More tomorrow.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 163 :: birds

4 Jul

The sound of kindness.

Something interesting has happened this year – I am hearing the music of the birds. In the morning (very early in the morning!) outside our window, I wake up to the birds chirping.

The sound is beautiful, as much as it is annoyingly early before the sun rises. I keep seeing birds everywhere, little, delicate creatures landing on the branches of the trees or darting off in the grass.

Today, while I was at the pool enjoying one last vacation moment, I sat next to a woman. Both of us were shielded by wide-brimmed hats, sunscreen and pool wraps. I still have the henna on my foot from my wedding day blessing.

We began chatting, she told me about her son who lives in Colorado, I told her about our recent surprise wedding in Colorado.

Just then, she pointed to the basket of flowers sitting poolside behind me. “Look, there’s a hummingbird!”

I turned and saw the little bird buzzing above the flowers.

“That’s a blessing for your wedding!” she smiled as if she knew something I didn’t. I smiled back, recognizing another delicate little bird floating into my life.

Is it kindness?
Delicate kindness.

More tomorrow….


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 165 :: crow

19 Jun

Day 165: Birds.

Happy Father’s Day.

Today while talking to my own papa I heard a cackling of crows outside my window. It was very Alfred Hitchcock. And loud.

And then tonight there was this.
The full moon:

It is all sort of eery but it has me hoping that summer is on its way for real. Like the moon and the birds know something I don’t. Longer nights. Warmer weather.

The season, it is a changing.

And… now it’s time for me to try out my own crow.
Yoga style.

More tomorrow.

{fly, baby, fly}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 199 :: kookaburra sits in the old gum tree…

24 Jul

I can’t get the song out of my head, ever since this bird decided to drop in on our tennis match. Not drop in as in bird drops, but drop in as if he was literally sitting on the fence watching us play tennis.

Even when an errant ball went flying in his direction, he stood his ground. Like a fan in the stands. Watching the ball go from side to side. Like he was sizing us up and making mental notes on our forehands.

It went on so long it made me giggle. I finally stopped the game to take a photo of him. He just sat there. Looking around like we were the odd birds.

It wasn’t until then, after I took the photo, and after we began our match play that the bird flew away. Like he was satisfied having been noticed and properly photographed. Maybe I should have asked for his autograph?

I’m not sure what this has to do with bliss…. but I’m guessing that bird got a good laugh at us tonight. Bird’s bliss view?

More tomorrow.

  {who is watching you?}

Day 204: lovemore monday :: for the birds

23 Jul

As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life.  I want more love.  So I made up a new word, lovemore!   That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.

Today’s Lovemore Monday is a love story for the birds.

Today, while walking through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton in Chicago, after our Women on Fire Tea, I stopped in my roller-suitcase tracks and looked up at this beautiful fountain.

It seemed so regal, this bird ascending to the skylight above.

Art. Beauty.
Take my breath away breath of fresh air.

It made me wonder — how often do I blindly walk by these installations of art, these public nods to beauty, these aspirational moments to pause?

As I looked closer I noticed it wasn’t just one bird, but multiple birds — each standing on another’s back.

Then, the concierge pointed out the birds were also in the bas relief wrapping all the way around the room high up above.

It occurred to me — maybe the birds weren’t standing on each other’s back…
Maybe they were lifting each another up.

And, isn’t that always the case when it comes to the wind beneath our wings?

We never really fly alone do we?

And, that’s why, on this Lovemore Monday…
I. Love. It. 

Day 194: do you believe in ordinary miracles

13 Jul

It’s 4:30am. 
The birds outside your window are tweeting incessantly (when I say “tweeting” I mean real, live, actual birds, not Twitter).

What do you do?

a) roll over with pillow pulled over your head groaning
b) jump out of bed both feet first and start that morning pot of coffee
c) listen to the concert half-asleep knowing it’s just another ordinary miracle
d) all of the above

I wish I could answer “b” but I was somewhere between “a” and “c” when the chirping began today.

We call this the “Disney Wake-Up Call” after our cousin Kyla visited the island a few years ago and woke up to a bounty of birds outside her window and asked at breakfast:  “Who ordered the bleeping Disney Wake-up Call?”

On some days, during the early morning aviary concerts, when I am half-sleeping and half-waking, I lie in bed thinking of it in terms of a Disney Wake-up Call; wishing those little birds could each take an arm, sleeve, collar, some part of my clothing and dress me like Cinderella’s little helpers.

Even better if they knew how to pour a cup of coffee and bring it to me in bed.

On most days, I’m pretty impressed with those birds.
They are on time every morning.  Like clockwork.  Loud clockwork.
Like they know something I don’t.  Like there is a miracle out there waiting for me.

As Sara McLachlan reminds me in her song Ordinary Miracle:

When you wake up everyday
Please don’t throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
‘Cause we are all a part
Of the ordinary miracle

This might be a little too foo-foo and fluffy to stomach, but since I usually reside on the sunny side of up, I’m going with it.  In fact, I rather like it, because I believe in miracles, even those of the ordinary kind.

For the most part I think everyday is both ordinary yet miraculous.
I mean, on some mornings it’s a small miracle for me to flush the toilet (Sorry, it’s true and one of the biggest pet peeves Justin has living with me. I can’t help it, I’m half asleep at 5am!).

Isn’t that just another ordinary miracle?  Flushing toilets!  Running water!  Plumbing!

As I sit here writing, rain is pouring outside my window, thunder and lightning crashing down all around me.  After the loud cracks of thunder spooked the bejeezus out of me and I jumped three feet in the air, I realize this too is just another ordinary miracle today.

Isn’t it remarkable?
Like every time a raindrop falls
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

Not only do I believe in miracles, I believe in you.
As in, you can do anything for one year.
And I’m out to prove it’s possible, for me and for you.

That’s what this promise is all about.
Sure, some days around here are pretty ordinary, stagnant, boring and tired.  But I keep on “keeping on” with my promise.  In the end I hope to have one whole year of not “throwing my dreams away” — and that’ pretty extraordinary if you ask me.

Life is like a gift, they say
Wrapped up for you everyday
Open up, and find a way
To give some of your own

So what about you…
Do you believe in ordinary miracles?

Want the song? click here: “Ordinary Miracle”

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