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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 186 :: fireworks

4 Jul
{joyful, fun and free}

As the fireworks burst outside my window I am popping with joy. How joyful it is to be free. How joyful it is to have fun. The best combination is fun and free, and free and fun.

Sometimes I think we forgot how to have fun and be free. But a day like today is a good reminder, Independence Day. I spent the day sorting through more stuff. Mostly clothing and shoes, my heart’s desires. I already dropped off six bags at the consignment store and have three more waiting to go.

Not because I don’t love them but because they no longer fit. Most are too small. A few are too big. But mostly, I have a sense that in order to fully walk into a new adventure you have to let go of the old ones.

Believe me, it’s hard for me to do. Clothing whispers to me. My clothing sends surges of memories into every cell of my being — what I wore, what I did,  what I ate, who I met, what happened… and what didn’t happen too. Clothing is a time capsule.

So, to me, it’s like gathering up a bunch of old friends and waving goodbye at port, as they ready to go onto new adventures in places I can only imagine… at the consignment store. And, yet, there is a sense of freedom in that.

It’s a sense of letting go. And letting in the new. It’s a freedom, really. One I’m proud to say I have, the ability to pick up my life and move it to a new place, a different state, a different port. What a beautiful freedom we have in this world.

Many adventures (and I’m sure new clothing) await!
What joy.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy}
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Day 306: a bite of frost

2 Nov

I’m an Idaho girl.

Born and bred in the valley between the mountains. Learned to ski and hike and fish too (even though I screamed in disgust when the worms slimy innards bled all over my fingers as I attempted to attach it to a hook).

So you’d think I would take to all things outdoors — including winter.
So. Not. True.

I run cold.
And, this is what I woke up to this morning on my car windshield.

If there was any doubt in my mind, it is now officially confirmed by nature: summer is over.

Despite a few random snow storms up the east coast, winter is officially on it’s way. The birds have flown south and the frost has arrived.

There’s something so yummy about this time of year.
There is fall and then there is fall CLOTHING. Instead of hibernating, I believe we humans disguise ourselves like animals; in warm wooly sweaters like sheep and tall turtle necks like the tortoise.

Just like animals.
We are seasonal survivalists.

As for me, surviving this year, I am learning this no shopping thing is definitely the hardest when the seasons change. It’s as if shopping and food and family and traditions are in the air when the leaves sprout or turn.

As I sit here typing away in my warm and scrumptious Nellie Partow original wrap sweater with wooly slippers and three layers of t-shirts, all I crave is a piping hot cup of chocolate, baked squash and pumpkin pie. Add a fireplace and Mama Sling in the kitchen and it feels glorious, comforting, warm and welcoming.

A sharp contrast to the bite of frost outside.

It’s like I can smell the nutmeg.
And, it reminds me that we are all of the earth: then, now and later.

Since this earth up here in Massachusetts is about to freeze, I can honestly say it’s a good thing I fly south to Florida in a few days (drive south, that is).

Can you hear that?
My flip flops are already begging to be let out of the bag.

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