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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 63 the joy of food

5 Mar
{oh, Broccoli}

Today I was told to eat more broccoli. Which is okay. Because I love broccoli.

I’ve always thought that food was a form a love. Even when I worked in marketing at Baskin-Robbins I felt the intrinsic, visceral pull of food. Of course, that was ice cream which may not be considered a food category… but who doesn’t love ice cream?

Today, I was also overJOYed to find a doctor who analyzed my entire being… from blood labs to dinner plate. Not only did he listen to all my thyroid concerns and follow up on every question I asked. He suggested potential solutions, more tests we can run ….and then he told me to eat more broccoli. 

It has me thinking about the form food takes in our lives. Data in, data out, as they say.

Food is medicine. And food is love. For our family. Our community. Our Earth. And self.
And it tastes good too (even broccoli!)
What joy.

More tomorrow…


{eat your broccoli) 

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 360 :: the last jedi

26 Dec
{jedi traditions}

Tonight marks a beloved holiday tradition. One almost as big as Santa himself… Star Wars.

It’s still vacation around here and the holiday magic continues. Soon it will be 2018 and an entirely new year to welcome and celebrate with plans and wishes and surprises in store.

But tonight is reserved for the Jedi. The magic of storytelling. The smell of movie theatre popcorn. And, of course, the best part, family traditions.

How kind.
May the force be with you.

More tomorrow…


{the force}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 358 :: christmas kindness

24 Dec

Today I continue the month of Christmas Kindness!

We decked the halls tonight. Football. Sunday. Church. Family. Games. Elf on a Shelf. Christmas Eve dinner. Tracking Santa’s sleigh on an app. Calling family.

It all makes for a beautiful tradition. And the kindest moment of all was just being there.

Tonight, in church, the pastor spoke of the importance of “being” is the kindest gift of all. The biggest gift we can share. The most we can possibly give to those we love.

And I agree.
So, here’s to being.
Thank you for being here. May you have a very Merry Christmas and beautiful holiday traditions.

What could be more kind?

More tomorrow…


{being here}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 103 :: easter kindness

16 Apr


He has risen! And when I say he, I mean the SUN.
It’s been a long winter.

Yet on this Easter Sunday, along with amazing food, family, and some outdoor fun, we had the grace and warmth of the Sun. The flowers were in full bloom too.

And, that may be the best kind of kindness.
Appreciation. Appreciating the everyday miracles around us.
Let the sun shine.

More tomorrow….


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 365 bliss round up

31 Dec

Today’s bliss…365 days.

It’s that time of year. The last day of the year. Day 365 of this promise and the Year of 2015. And it has me reflecting on what has been and what is to come.

In this year of following my BLISS I have discovered a thing or two. But maybe nothing more important than importance of family in our lives. From heading home to be with my father during his surgery to moving our lives closer to the two little girls that we adore (while they are still little) – it has been a year of reconnection and clarity on the things that are most important in life.

I never could have guessed that the road of 2015 would have led me here. But that is BLISS wrapped up in a nutshell with a ribbon tied on top. In short: knowing what is most important and then doing something about it to make sure you experience it, soak it up and, well, smell the roses.

This year has taught me something else too. Bliss is up to us.

Just this week I had a moment of understanding, a total knowing, of what that means, on the eve of 2016 rounding the corner and 2015 wrapping up. In the eleventh hour really. Right before the party of 2015 wrapped, I had a sense that BLISS is really just up to us. The pressure, the stress, the agony of any moment, or the peaceful bliss of it is a choice. One we make every second of our lives.

I call it being “Peacefully Engaged.” It is the intersection of getting shit done and, at the same time, enjoying the process. Without the pressure. Stress. Agony. Pain. It is being in the BLISSFUL FLOW of it all.

Of course, the hard part is remembering that. I wish I had the key to that door. And while I do not, I have seen it. I have peaked inside. I have a whiff of it, have tasted it. I know it exists.

So maybe, dear 2015, you have really just been a tease. A taste of what can be, of what can happen, of what is available to us all. And that’s where I’m counting on YOU, dear 2016, to set a new pace. One of even more love, more do, more moments, more memories and more bliss than we can imagine.

And I know that starts with me and my new promise. Tomorrow kicks off a new year, and 525,600 more minutes to make new choices.

What will you choose?

More tomorrow.

{happy new year}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 264 :: hgtv bliss

26 Sep
I’m sitting here watching HGTV with my cousin, Amy.

And watching HGTV is a perfectly fun outlet for me. Almost blissful really. It’s like playing house vicariously through other people. Which reminds me of playing with my Barbies as a little girl. Something Amy and I would do together all the time.

As little girls, we even packed all our Barbie clothes for a big family vacation in one suitcase, and our clothes in another suitcase. It was a solid plan, to save room and to be able to take all the Barbie accessories we would need on the road. It was a great plan, until we forgot one of the suitcases. The one with our clothing in it.

We had to borrow clothing from family and friends, everyone pitched in so we could have a change of clothing on the trip. The hardest part was finding a bathing suit (especially for my height and long legs) which we both ended up borrowing from others. I know, “gross” is exactly what I”m thinking now too… but back then it was incredibly important to go to the Hydrotube with all the other kids and we would have done anything to tag along.

Including wearing my first two-piece suit. Borrowed from another cousin’s friend. I thought it was pretty fashionable in a cool, older girl sort of way. My father on the other hand thought he was going to have a heart attack at the thought of me walking around a public pool in a bikini years more mature than my pre-teen age.

And that, tonight, along with Amy’s laughter over the memory of it all, brings me more bliss that you can imagine. Family memories. Our childhood packing faux pas. Especially on the eve that head home to be with my father for his surgery.

And that reminds me…
Family is bliss…. in memories, in laughter, in togetherness and in so many more important ways.

More tomorrow.
{family time}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 159 :: it was a good day

13 Jun
Bliss is….

a day with family..
on the water…
with ocean, bridges and bald eagles…
ice cream…BBQ, wine, cheese, a human pyramid
and a little silliness!

It was a good day. Bliss-full-ness!

More tomorrow.

  {all is well}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 18 :: pats-tastic bliss

18 Jan
So….. that was a day full of football. And some serious bliss (and panic) inducing games, especially if you are a Seahawks fan. Over here we are in Patriot bliss! That game was Pats-tastic! Holy Patrimony!

Ironically we are Patriots fans living in Seahawks territory who happen to be related to some serious “Hawks” fans. (Every time they talk about the 12th man I think they are referring to Tom Brady.)

Tonight, when we shared both of our teams victory over the phone, Justin tried to get his little niece to say “Go Pats!” and he promised that he would say, “Go Hawks!”  Being a young Seahawks fan and a smart little cookie her response was, “You go first.”

As Vince Lombardi said, “People who work together will win.”

So bring on this family splitting Superbowl Sunday. At least we have a few weeks to prepare, and tease, and root on Number 12 …. Tom Brady that is!

Go Pats. 

More tomorrow. 

 {what team brings you bliss?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 353 :: beautiful life

22 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day: seeing my Great Aunt Beulah.

She’s ninety-five years old. Which is AMAZING to me. She’s still beautiful. Loving. And so special.

As my grandfather’s only living sister she has outlived them all.

I’m not sure Aunt B remembered me today, or even me as the little girl who collected golf balls in her backyard off the tenth tee of the golf course that was her backyard. But it doesn’t matter, because I remember her. 

And today,  I loved holding Aunt B’s frail hand as she grasped onto mine. It wasn’t so much what we said to each other, it was more about holding a moment together in our hands, as her fingers gripped mine. I didn’t want to let go and it felt like she didn’t either. 

Which brings me back to peak performance and living a long, beautiful life.
Ninety-five years old never looked so beautiful to me. 

More tomorrow. 


 {what was your peak performance moment of the day?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 344 :: let’s not forget we’re alive

14 Dec

We lost my Aunt Denita today.

I love my Aunties. All of them. They were like a circle of fairy godmothers holding my up, watching me grow up, lifting me up through my teens.

As if each had a little magic wand to teach me something special.
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.

They are so engrained inside of me. And today one died. As the phone calls came in and the news circled around the family, I felt a sadness circling me too. One of my fairy godmothers is gone.

As we wait to hear when the funeral will be, so we can make plans to gather up as families do, I am struck with a reminder of peak performance. It’s in the form of a song that came piping through my Spotify soundtrack tonight. Ironically it’s called Beautiful Day.

“When we all come together
this song will play
we’ll sing it’s a beautiful day
it’s gonna be a beautiful day. 

Oh, oh, my, my,
I’m learning to fly.
Hey, hey what’s that you say,
let’s not forget we’re alive.”

Peak Performance moment of the day:  Let’s not forget we’re alive.

Love you Aunt Denita.
Love you Aunties. All of you.
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.

More tomorrow. 


 {dedicated to all my aunties}
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