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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 58 :: joyful

28 Feb

 I was thinking a lot about faith today. The power of keeping the faith. The importance of believing in your dreams and passions, even in the face of diversion. I once read that the setback is really the set-up. The stepping stone to what is next.

It has me thinking that Faith is the thread that pulls us forward when we can’t see in the dark. And JOY is on the other side…pulling and tugging and drawing us near.

Here’s to faith – and joy! 

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 37:: joy of faith

6 Feb

I’ve been thinking a lot about faith lately. And I think I found the key…  

Faith is an act of hope. But hope is the key to faith. And the final result might be joy. The trick is to keep the faith… and that takes hope.

It’s a vicious and beautiful cycle. One I am certainly happy to ride this year. Here’s to faith!

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 351 :: christmas kindness

18 Dec
{rock star}

Today I continue the month of Christmas Kindness!

Last night, after spending days upon days in bed, I finally surfaced. I crawled out of that protective cocoon and faced the light of day. And the fact that I ran out of Gilmore Girls episodes…

Amidst it all, I also felt something new… Aches. All. Over. My body, bless its heart and soul, was done with being sick but still had some healing to do. I could barely move my shoulders with all the aches and pains and finally asked Justin if we had a heating pad… or something that could act like a heating pad. He’s good at finding things so whenever I need something I have learned to ask. To put Justin on the task.

He thought about it for a while and then, just when I thought he had forgotten he walked outside. In the mud and rain mind you. When he returned inside he had his hands full of rocks.

“What are those for?” I asked.
“For your back. I’m going to heat them up, like a hot rock massage.” He replied matter of factly.

Oh… My…  Love… he had me at hot rock massage. My most favorite spa treatment in the world. But could we do it at home?

Turns out, the answer is yes! Justin washed and heated the rocks and then placed them on my back. And then heated them up again for a second round. They weren’t perfect like the rocks I have had in spas … but it was perfectly timed.

It was so gloriously relaxing.
And he is so amazingly kind. A rock star in my book.

It’s times like these when I realize that for all the KINDNESS I have been trying to infuse into my life and others this year, all I really needed to do was open my eyes. Sometimes being kind is remembering to ask for help.

Because the helpers will show up.
Sometimes with rocks in their hands.

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BLOG – GIFT DAY 217 :: an apple a day keeps the doctor…

6 Aug
Another day, another doctor.Yesterday, I met my newest doctor. Add one more to Team Thyroid! 
As I sat in the endocrinologist’s waiting room I had a pep talk with myself.
Or rather, the anti-pep talk.
 “Don’t make any jokes. Please don’t make any jokes. No jokes today, okay?” I practically pleaded with my internal-coping-mechanism-comedian-self who scoffed back at me.
“Yeah, right, HA!”As the nurse checked me in to her little lair and took my height (good news, I have not shrunk, still over 5′ 10”) and weight (148.5 but who’s counting?) and blood pressure (122 over 80), I spied her name tag.JAIMEE

“That’s how I always wanted to spell my name!” I exclaimed with glee.

“Really?” She beamed. “I’ve never met anyone who spells their name like this.”

“Exactly,” I smiled back. Five minutes in to the appointment and not a joke uttered.

When my doctor arrived on the scene my nerves must have receded. Maybe it was the book I read while sitting in the waiting room (Natures Secret Messages: Hidden in Plain Sight) or maybe it was just the end of the day and we were all exhausted. Regardless, not a joke was left in me and I remained calm, almost human.

“So tell me the background of all this,” he looked over my charts.
My mind sputtered… how do I shorten “all this” (see my hands waving in the air drawing a huge circle around my life) into just the primary key points…. hum? I must have looked lost because then he continued.
“How did you find the lump?”
“I didn’t. My friend pointed it out to me over lunch back in February.”
And from there I told the tale of Jamie (who doesn’t spell her name Jaimee) and how she discovered the lump in said throat, tried to get a doctor’s appointment and 6 months later, 5 specialists removed, scheduled a thyroidectomy for Aug 22.(Amazingly succinct and without any jokes I might add!)”Humm…” My new doctor looked perplexed. “It took you that long to see a doctor in Boston (hands drawing big circle in the air as if scooping up the entire Boston metro region).

“I know, weird, right?” I nodded as someone finally validated my struggle. I officially liked this new doctor.

He then said the most amazing words to me. “I’m taking thyroid cancer off your record.”

“Really?” I cocked my head to the side and leaned forward.

“We don’t know what it is yet. First, you need to have surgery and we need to get the path results back.  There is only a 50% chance this is malignant.”

“Oh…” I hesitated. 50/50 odds. Sounds… well, half good?

“Those are high numbers.” He continued making my nerves calm down even more, I might have been numb actually.

And then we made a plan.

There are two paths to take, one involves removing the thyroid getting all good news and everything is in the clear.  The other involves everything above but with not-so-good-news and a little radioactive therapy.

If all goes well we can start trying to have a family immediately (within reason) after the surgery. If Plan B goes into action we have to wait a year, which honestly breaks my heart.

I am 39. That’s a stat that I can’t change. I cannot diet or carb load to move that number up or down the scale. It is truth.

But, I am hopeful.
Hey, the odds are 50/50.

And I have faith.
Because even though it doesn’t always feel like it, that’s a big number.

And I have a great team in place.
I choose to move through this with love and faith and hope.

In fact, the surgery in Portland has been officially renamed. It is now dubbed:  Party In Portland.

Care to join us?  We will be painting at the Rogue Distillery Aug 21st the night before. Grab your seat and drink and come on down!

No joke.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
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P.P.S.  Today’s card goes out to someone who is celebrating a birthday this month… that’s your hint!
{how can you rely on faith today?}

GIFT DAY 091: 30-day gratitude challenge: day 15, are you telling the truth?

1 Apr

Day 15 of the 30-Day Gratitude Challenge over here.

We are half-way there.

Today is an interesting day being April Fool’s Day.
All I can think about is the truth.

Part of me wants to tell you something absurdly funny today. Part of me wants to fool you, to make you laugh, to make you smile, or maybe, to shock your socks off.

I had all sorts of wild ideas of what I could write.

You would have loved it!
But it came down to this — it would not have been the truth.

And I want this place to be so near and dear to my heart that it is always the truth — as much of the truth that I am clear about in the moment.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good joke.

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I can easily play the fool. I come from a long line of pranksters. My grandfather, God bless him, was a PREACHER and a PRANKSTER all wrapped into one big bear-hug of a man.

He would tease us with candy cigarettes, pretending they were real just to see how we would react when he offered one our way.

In his heyday he was known to have more than a few jokes up his sleeve. I inherited his wide angle on enlightenment and an appreciation for the funny bone too.

So today, it’s not easy for me to hold back. I SO want to unleash some funny! But, I never want to fool you.

It’s just not what this promise is about.

Let me stick to what I know I am grateful for:
1) Memories of my Grandpa – such a funny man!
2) April showers that will bring May flowers
3) Your trust

And that’s the truth.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),

{The truth? You don’ t have to share… but it feels so good when you do! Share what you’re grateful for in the comments section below.}

GIFT DAY 065: what would debbie ford do?

6 Mar

Yesterday I wrote about fear-less-ness.

Today, this workshop popped into my inbox:

Overcoming Fear by Debbie Ford

It’s Debbie Ford’s 8-week course she created for DailyOM. (Proceeds from her courses will benefit her son, Beau.)

Ironically tonight I am in the airport, afraid I might get stuck in a storm.

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There is another massive storm brewing on the east coast.

Flights are delayed everywhere.

So I moved my flight up a day in hopes that I will indeed make it out of Dodge. Stormville. Blizzardopolis. Shovel Town. Whatever we are calling Boston this winter…

It wasn’t my plan.
It caught me off-guard.

So off-guard …I was in Boston for a dentist appointment today when I made the decision to leave a day early.

So off-guard …I have no baggage full of clothes or shoes with me for my trip.

The good news? I know I can do it. I’ve done it before with even less.

Ever since I made my promise not to shop for clothes or shoes for one year I learned how to handle these situations with less fear and more grace.

I also learned how to ask for help.

So today, while at my dentist appointment, I asked my dentist for a toothbrush and floss to take with me. I also asked my Boston friend Sheryl if I could borrow some shirts before I fled to the airport.

They both said yes.

So off to Chicago I go.
With the lightest baggage. EVER.

I plan to buy a new pair of shoes when I get to Chicago.
Because I can.

But I know it will all work out exactly as it should. Exactly as it will. With borrowed clothes, a new toothbrush, and faith.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),

{Could you go a year without shopping? Share in the comments section below.}

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GIFT DAY 063: do you love your scars?

4 Mar

I have an abundance of scars.

Like the scar that runs down the center of my belly and the scars on both of my knees. There are scars on my hand and calf too.

They each have a story.
All lessons in courage, strength and faith.

The scar on my belly came from a cancer diagnosis. It taught me abut healing and gave me faith in life. I used to pull my shirt up and share my belly scar with strangers. I was so proud of it, as if it were bragging rights.

The scars on my knees came from a sand volleyball court. They remind me to go after my dreams and take a leap even if it means digging in deep.

The scars on my hands taught me all about puppy love. And, the scar on my calf, well …it taught me about how to avoid the kind of dogs who bite.

Justin is working on a new scar.
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The initial wound came from an unfortunate bounce from that pink buoy that washed ashore the other day. It bounced right up and hit him in the eye.

Who knew that those things have hard handles that attack?

(Good thing we have a few Keep Calm and Carry On bandages in stock!)

His eye will heal.
But just like my scars, only the story will remain. Which is the best part of a scar anyway — bragging rights!

I love my scars.
But the ones I love the most are the ones I cannot see.

They are the scars on my heart and inside my soul. The ones that healed through an abundance of love, prayer, reflection, time and faith.

The scars we can’t see are the ones we remember most. They are the stuff heroes are made of and the ones worth living for.

And, I think, they are the scars that make us truly beautiful — and alive.
Oh yeah… and those bragging rights too.

More tomorrow.

{Do you have scars your proud of? Do share in the comments section below.}

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Day 353: 12 days of christmas :: i believe! i believe! i believe!

20 Dec

I sit here tonight ruminating on the word BELIEVE.
Tis the season I suppose. 

It is 5 days until Christmas — otherwise known as the season of believin’.

Primarily believing in faith:

…that a rather large man in a red, shiny suit will shimmy his way down the chimney.

…that an Elf has nothing better to do than sit on a shelf.

…that the world will not end on 12/21/12.

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Today as I stood in an excruciatingly long line at Traders Joe’s I became increasingly annoyed at how long it was taking to just check out already!

I looked at the check-out lane next to me and saw it was open.


As I made my move a cart rolled in and took the free and open spot.


As the smoke poured out my ears I looked ahead in line to see what was a matter.  What could be the hold up?

Turns out it was a frail, elderly woman and her husband.

They were almost five feet tall (almost!) all hunched over and barely able to peer over the credit card swipe machine. The kind and patient woman who worked for Trader Joe’s sweetly talked to the elderly couple as they SLOWLY paid for their goods.

  • She asked them how long they lived in the area.
  • She asked them what they were doing for the holidays.
  • She asked them how long they had been married.

By the time they paid for their groceries, filled up their cart and wheeled away, I watched three people check out in the line next to me.

But I learned more about this little old couple in those ten minutes than I know about my own neighbors.

  • They have lived in Hanover for their entire lives. 
  • They are having their children home for the holidays. 
  • They have been married 50 years. 

Just watching this kind cashier soak in and celebrate this elderly couple’s life restored my faith in humanity.

It jettisoned my faith in a friendly neighborhood place to shop.

And reminded me how important it is to slow down and listen.

As I paid for my groceries the woman in line behind me smiled at our cashier and said, “Thank you for taking the time to take care of them, we will all be their age someday.”

She is so right.
We will all be there someday.

And that gives me even more reason to believe: 

In our neighbors.
In ourselves.
In our world.


…that a rather large man in a red, shiny suit will shimmy his way down the chimney.

…that an Elf has nothing better to do than sit on a shelf.

…that the world will not end on 12/21/12.

Because every good action begins with a good reason.
And love.

I believe.

Happy holidays.



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Day 62: faith and patience

3 Mar

I just found this photo today.
It was taken a year ago:

I remember watching Buzz (the cat) crawl up on Pup (the dog).
I watched from afar with wide eyes.

I wasn’t sure what Pup would do.

I mean, there was a cat, a very old, feeble cat, gingerly crawling towards the sleeping back of our very young and strong dog.

I held my breathe watching.
Buzz crawled.
Pup popped opened his eyes.
Buzz continued to crawl.

And, then the most amazing thing happened:

Pup didn’t move, his eyes opened, he laid still and provided a warm, comfy spot for Buzz the Cat to take a nap.

It was like he knew how much Buzz needed to cuddle, to be warm and comforted.

I am so happy I found this photo today.

Because today was also the same day I pulled out my little spreadsheet that I created at the beginning of the year to keep track of each calendar day and the corresponding number.

I mean it’s easy to know that Jan 1st is Day 1, but how about September 4th? With my handy dandy tracker I know that it will actually be Day 247.

Today, however, my tracker starred me back in the face.
While I have almost crossed off the first column, there are still 5 columns to go.

So, thank you Buzz and Pup.

Your photo gives me two very important reminders:
And patience.

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