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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 134 :: happy being

15 May

Day 134: Happy.

How lovely to spend the day with family. Celebrating on the bay. Honoring Pup and Brady’s Big Papi with some Red Sox love. Tickets that is. For August. In Seattle. All for David Ortiz and our love of Boston.

And Justin, of course. The Birthday Boy.

It’s just one of the many things I love most about this guy. He is royally loyal. He loves what he loves, deeply and more enthusiastically than anyone else in the world. The Patriots. The Red Sox. Pearl Jam. His Family. Pup. Brady. And me. Probably not in that order.

But regardless of who comes first on that short list of deep affection, I feel so blessed to be on that list. It’s a gift to be loved so unconditionally and fully by another human being. Quite possibly the best gift of all.

I hope, dear Justin, you feel that gift coming back your way from everyone on the list. I can speak for most people anyway, when I say, we love you. As far as Eddie Vedder and Tom Brady go, well… you might have to ask them directly. And Big Papi, you’ll see him in August.

Birthdays are beautiful things, really. How wonderful to have a day to celebrate being here. Just being. Ah… and that’s the yoga talking.

Happy being day.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{being?}
#lovemoredomore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 298 :: mother nature’s peak performance

27 Oct
Just when I thought the peak performances couldn’t get any bigger around here… we turned a corner on our way home and saw this today:

To which I exclaimed, “Holy Mount Shasta, Batman!”

After the last few weeks of seeing peak performances from the likes of Oprah, Deepak Chopra, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rob Bell, Iyanla, and then this weekend watching Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Florence and the Machine, and duets from Eddie Vedder, Chris Cornell, Neil Young, Tom Jones, Norah Jones, Lukas Nelson, Band of Horses, Brian Wilson, and more rock The Bridge School benefit you would think it couldn’t be outdone.

I didn’t think it could be outdone.

But then the snow capped tip of Mt. Shasta stepped up to remind me of the biggest performance of all.

Mother Nature’s.

Ah, yes. Good reminder my dear.
Thank you.

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

 {what is your definition of peak performance?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 296 :: amazing grace

26 Oct
Wow. What a concert. This blog post is late but better late than never.

The concert was amazing. The line up was spectacular. And the PERFORMANCES were peak.

Tonight I’m just sharing a little video from Florence and the Machine. There’s nothing like leaving your heart on the stage. Or underwear. Hello Tom Jones. Don’t even ask me about Hunger Strike by Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder. And Neil Young’s Heart of Gold.

Peak. Performance.

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

 {what moves you?}

Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 175 :: into the wild

23 Jun

Oregon is wild. Wild things grow here. Including these blackberries that I picked yesterday.

They were sour. Not quite ripe, even the dark juicy ones. They need a little more time in the wild.

Ironically, last night, we watched Into The Wild. It’s one of the movies on our Summer Movie List. (If you are counting we’ve made it through two so far!)

As I watched, I thought the movie was so sad. It broke my heart in a way. But this morning I woke up with a new perspective. The kind of perspective that only a great movie can give.

It stays with you. The story, the characters, the deeper meaning of it all.

I couldn’t help but realize that this sad movie was quite beautiful in its own way — and not in just the rugged, majestic scenery cinematography way.

It was a coming of age, a finding your way, a life lived sort of beauty unfolding. Much like the wild blackberries that all ripen at a different rate and speed. Each one turns blossom into berry when it’s ready and no sooner.

I suppose, that, may just be the epitome of peak performance and sweetness.

And a little bit of beauty too.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{what is sweet to you?}

Day 328: the right stuff or too much stuff!

25 Nov

If ever there was something to test my lovemore attitude, it’s packing.
And moving.
Again.

We awoke in Jacksonville after the most amazing birthday celebration for Justin (6 months late!) at the Eddie Vedder concert.  Eddie played solo for 2 and 1/2 hours last night with a little duet or two with Glen Hansard. AMAZING.

As one headline wrote: Eddie Vedder proves to Jacksonville crowd that a ukulele can rock

It was pretty incredible — and that’s coming from a girl who usually passes on concerts just to avoid getting beer spilled on her clothes. Sad but true.

We then drove six hours to Naples, only to spend the day in our storage unit….. PACKING.

 

Egads!
For a girl who gave up shopping for one entire year, I have a lot of stuff. And stuff. And stuff. The question is: is it the right stuff?

Signing off for the night……
Tired.
Exhausted.
Sore.

Trying to keep my lovemore attitude. 

xo~
Jamie

 

 

 

 

 

Day 327: who knew? eddie vedder and a jacksonville spectactular

24 Nov

It’s November. It’s Small Business Saturday.
It’s Justin’s birthday — six months late!

Which means we’re here in Jacksonville, Florida celebrating Justin’s birthday, getting ready for the Eddie Vedder concert at the Moran Theater tonight.

Why are we here, six months after Justin’s birthday you ask?
Well………

The concert was supposed to be in May. I was so excited to surprise Justin with tickets to his hands-down-favorite-band-ever-he-even-has-a-pearl-jam-tattoo-on-his-leg, but….

It was postponed.

Alas so was Justin’s birthday gift from me.

So yesterday we travelled from Massachusetts to Florida just to make it to the tropics in time for this concert.

Our plan was to pack up  our car that we left in Naples last spring with all of our belongings in the storage unit and then drive north for the concert today.

But last night when we got to car it was d.e.a.d. dead and we spent hours getting it fixed (or, Justin did!). So we finally decided just to head north to Jacksonville to make the concert in our rental car instead.

We will drive back to Naples in the morning and pack up our storage unit (egads!!!) and then head north later this week with all of stuff in tow in our hopefully (fingers crossed) working car. Which basically means we will drive between Jax and Naples three times this week.

Whew.

It is all an exercise in patience.

And flexibility.

And a function of staying sane, knowing that we are always right where we are supposed to be when we are supposed to be there.

Like, tonight for instance….
To our surprise, as we checked into our hotel room — with this awesome parking lot view (not!)

— we discovered that this very night, tonight, is the annual Jacksonville Light Parade and Fireworks Spectacular.

SPECTACULAR!
See…. right where we are supposed to be when we’re supposed to be there.

Who knew??
Well….Maybe Eddie did.

Happy Birthday Justin!

Day 135: the 500 club

15 May

It’s here.
Today’s the day.

I have reached 500 days in a row of writing this blog.
I’m not sure where or when in my life I have ever racked up 500 consecutive days of the same activity.

Not running. Not yoga. Not even reading.

Well, okay, you got me at breathing.

Today is also a very special day for another reason.
Justin’s birthday.

Happy, happy day.
We were supposed to go to an Eddie Vedder concert to celebrate, but it was postponed until fall. So, blowing out a candle at a nice, romantic dinner had to take Eddie’s place.

At least for now.

I constantly hear Justin’s wise words in my head to stay focused on my goal.  Last year, when I was uber excited about reaching my first 100 days of writing, Justin kindly pointed out that the name of my blog wasn’t The Promise 100.  It’s The Promise 365 -emphasis on the 365.

I hold that comment deep in my heart because it’s true.
It’s the real goal.

How many times in my life have I stopped at something?
Or, given up?
Or, just taken a break because I felt happy with where I was — instead of staying focused on where I wanted to be?

Many.
I think we all do.

So, thank you dear Justin, for keeping me on track.
For reminding me of what I want.

And, for being here every one of these past 500 days.

Here’s to 366 days this year.

And, here’s to you Justin.
This video is especially perfect on this day.
It’s not Eddie Vedder in person, but it is as close as I can get… for now.
Happy Birthday.

Day 127: lovemore monday :: every mother counts

7 May

We’re closing in on that one day of the year that reduces my heart to both tears and sheer delight — Mother’s Day.

Last night Justin shared a song with me, called Skipping, by Eddie Vedder. The timing was perfect.

The song can be found on a Starbucks special release CD titled Every Mother Counts in support of the organization by the same name to support maternal healthcare worldwide.

(I think it might even be worth me drinking coffee again to slip into a Starbucks to buy the CD!)

I didn’t have to ask you, just took my hand
Off we went skipping throughout the land
The sky was blue and the blood filled my head
Me and you skipping throughout the land

Just this last week in Paris I had a Mama Sling moment skipping along with me while getting my hair done.

This wasn’t just any hair-do, it was an experience of a lifetime.

Debbie Phillips wrote about her amazing experience in Paris with the talented Rita Dell’Orco in The Spark yesterday, which you may read by clicking here.

I too, had the most special and incredible experience sitting before Rita and her magic scissors thanks to Debbie!

Here is my before shot:

When I arrived at Rita’s place, I brought out a photo of a haircut that I thought was fun, frilly and feminine and asked Rita if she thought it would work with my hair.

After all, I just learned my name means “LOVE” in french!  In English, Jamie, seems to always be a derivation of James, of a boy, of the masculine set. But, in French, my name feels so feminine and sing-songy and sweet.  J’aime!

I felt I needed a new cut to match.

Rita, of course, answered, “Oh, I have worked on this model before!” as she looked at the photo and, then, promptly told me this cut was a “Brigitte Bardot” look (whom Rita has also worked with as well — of course!).

Here is my attempt to take a photo while Rita was working away:

As Rita’s hands moved about my head, combing and brushing out my long locks I couldn’t help but think of my dear Mama Sling.

All of my life from beginning to end
What I remember is holding your hand
And all that I’ll cherish is that time that we’ve spent
Me and you skipping throughout the land

Mama Sling cut my hair when I was a little girl.
She was a beauty school dropout (no joke!) but that didn’t stop her from styling my long hair into braids, rolling it up in curlers and spraying it down and running a long-edged comb through it before sizing it up with scissors.

And, now, as an adult, every time I sink into a stylist’s chair I feel the hands of my dear Mama Sling all over again.

All the loves lost and the one that I found
You lifted my gaze up off of the ground
Forever we’ll talk and forever we’ll drown
In each other skipping around

There is just no other feeling than having your hair washed and combed by someone else.  It calm the nervous system. It releases the weight and pressure of gravity as you sink deeper into the chair.

Gravity pulls so many men down
The atmosphere breathes but not in this town
You took me away and you held me so proud
Skipping, skipping, skipping around

And, when Rita was finished, my heart skipped a beat.

So fun!
So feminine!
So French!

To me, it felt as if Mama Sling was right there with us, holding our hands.
Giving her little girl that she named after “love” a new lease on life.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Could not keep me from holding your hand
When all that I wanted was something to protect
And all that I needed was your voice in my head

I had such an amazing mother, my dear Mama Sling.

And, I hold her with me everyday in everything that I do. Even, in seems, in my haircuts too.

And all I remember from this life that I lived
Is me and you skipping throughout the land

J’amie, dear Mama Sling. 
Happy Mother’s Day wherever you are.

And, on this Lovemore Monday I can certainly say….
I. Love. It.

Day 10: what is your theme song?

10 Jan

When I rolled out of bed this morning I couldn’t get a song out of my head.  Where is the love from the Black Eyed Peas kept running through my head, asking me over and over again, “Where is the love?  Where is the love?  Where is the love, the love, the love.”

I took it as a sign.
It’s time for a new theme song.

I believe strongly in a few things:
1.  I believe you can do anything. Because you can.
2. I believe in the power of Love.
3. I believe in having your very own Theme Song.

Last year, in The Promise 365, my theme song was Believe in Yourself by Brad, because I wanted a song to remind me that I could make it through all 365 days without buying frivolous items, taking care of my head, heart, body and soul. (And it worked!)

So, today I searched and searched for the perfect theme song, one that would help me focus on my theme of exploring LOVE and getting over my FEARS in this new promise.

And I found the perfect one.
But, before I reveal this year’s song, I want to share what I think a song needs to become your magical Theme Song:

1.  An emotional connection
2.  A sing at the top of your lungs quality, preferably in the shower but also good in the car
3.  A pick me up on your worst day of days
4.  A reminder about “why” you’re going after your goals

For this year, there were so many great options to choose from — there are so many songs that have to do with LOVE.  I considered so many and almost landed on All You Need Is Love by the Beatles, which I do love.

But, I chose a song that pulls at my heartstrings in a different way.
It reminds me that even against all odds, if we hold love in our heart, life truly is beautiful and our dreams do come true.

You see, when Justin and I first began dating long distance, he left me messages on my phone at night, singing a few lines from this song to remind me that everything was going to be okay.

Even though we were dating between the coasts of Oregon and Massachusetts, even though I was going through “the world’s worst divorce” and even though we were high school sweethearts who reconnected 15 years later, his message to me was — love is where we belong.

You may know it as a Cat Stevens classic called Don’t Be Shy.  I know the Eddie Vedder version that Justin sang into my phone at night.  I chose it because it perfectly captures the power of love and the importance of relinquishing fears — especially when we don’t know what life holds for us next.

Plus, I can sing it in the shower.
May you have a theme song in your heart, or at least on the radio, to take you through 2012.

xo~Jamie

Don’t be shy
Just let your feelings roll on by
Don’t wear fear
Or nobody will no you’re there
Just lift your head
And let your feelings out instead
And don’t be shy
Just let your feelings roll on by
On by x6
You know love
Is better than a song
Love is where
All of us belong
So don’t be shy
Just let your feelings roll on by
And don’t wear fear
Or nobody will know you’re there
You’re there, you’re there x4
So don’t be shy
Just let your feelings roll on by
And don’t wear fear
Or no one will know you’re there
You know love is better than a song
Love is where
All of us belong
Belong

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