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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 180 :: a day on the bay

5 Jul

Day 180: America the beautiful.

Happy Birthday America! And our day couldn’t have been more American… with twists and turns and a little sunshine and craziness.

What’s more American than…

  • More Sheriff’s in the biggest squad of police control I have ever seen
  • A grill strapped down in the bed of a pickup truck waiting to be unloaded on the beach
  • Waterfront dining with calamari and shrimp and french fries (yum!)
  • Driving around Lake Whatcom and seeing house celebrations on the front yard, in the back yard and on the pier
  • Visiting a State Park a Waterfall and a Fish Hatchery
  • Two Golf Courses
  • One Crazy Lady (seriously… she yelled at us to DRIVE AWAY because we stopped to comment on her cute doggie) I believe the words were “IF YOU DON’T KNOW ME DRIVE AWAY NOW!”
  • Kids in Pajamas and Tutus and blankets and sleeping bags getting ready to view the fireworks
  • Wine
  • Beer
  • Berries
  • Fireworks
  • Waterfront fireworks
  • Sail boats and firewords
  • Tug boats, barges and fireworks
  • Little kids tackling each other with footballs and wiffle balls
  • Drunk Boaters [overheard: “Scott, you’re welcome on our boat anytime!”
  • Low tides
  • High tides
  • BBQ salmon
  • Snap peas
  • Corn bread
  • Flags
  • Fireworks

It was a day that was supposed to rain, but instead we had sun.
It was a day of surprise adventures, a little bit of crazy and a lot of fun.
So what could be more American than that?

Happy Birthday to the Stars and Stripes.
Crazy, Beautiful and All.

More tomorrow.

PS – and now yoga!


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BLOG – GIFT DAY 185 :: the pursuit of happiness & fire

4 Jul

Happy Fourth of July!
From the land of the FREE (and fire) — where if you buy one pack of sparklers you get one FREE.
Along with a bunch of other BIG BANGS!We left the local fireworks stand with just 5 sparklers and a pack of flowers, which are all I need to have a nostalgic Fourth of July. Remember those Pop-its?
      Before we light up the fireworks over here, I want to share a playlist with you. Hopefully this patriotic music caps off your July 4th festivities.Here’s the run down: 
America, Sweet Caroline, Firework, Born in the USA, God Bless The USA, Song of the Patriot, Don’t Stop Believin’, Go Your Own Way, An American Girl, America The Beautiful.

Click here to listen.

Proud to be an American.

More tomorrow.

Lovemore {fearless}
PS – thank you Justin for helping with the playlist!
{let freedom ring}

Day 229: f*ing friday :: fire works

17 Aug

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Finding.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the words:
Fire works.

As in, it does.

Tonight was our annual date night for the Oak Bluffs Fireworks Show.

It’s an incredible display of light and power, right before your eyes. As if you can touch the fire spewing through the air and feel the pounding in your chest.

The little four-year old boy sitting on the blanket next to ours said exactly what we all felt when he screamed, “These are the biggest fireworks I have ever seen in my entire life!”

We adults nodded our heads in unison.
Because he was right.  They are big.

These fires do work.

They light up the sky, but they also do powerful things. Like bring the community together around a beach front park to sit for a moment and stare up at the sky (instead of typing on phones).  They test the parking skills of vacationers as an entire island packs into the tiny streets of Oak Bluffs.  And, they evoke the masses in a chorus of “oooohs” and “aaaahs” in unison.

As for me, they sit me down a blanket in the middle of the dark next to my love on a hot summer’s night — for four years running now.

And that’s where the real f*ing fireworks begin.
I wouldn’t miss this show for the world.

Day 171: How To Blog Series: Comments

20 Jun

A comment on comments.

In today’s How To Blog Video series I address how to handle comments. Ironically, I am in the Grand Canyon right now and can’t reply to this post.  C’est la vie!

Squint! See if you can spot the Gingerbread Houses.

What I wish I would have said in this video:  I try to respond to everyone who comments on my blog. It is not always possible but I do think it is important.

No matter what you decide to do, just remember a blog is an interactive production, sort of like a party — and you are the hostess with the mostess.  So, be sure to check in with your guests and make sure they have enough coffee, chocolate and know where the bathrooms are located.

And, here is today’s video:

Link to the video on YouTube is below:

Why Am I Doing This?
I am somewhere in the Grand Canyon, rafting the Colorado River right now… which means I have no access to computers or an internet connection.  So, while I am taking a trip down the river, I want to take you on a trip around Martha’s Vineyard, sharing both the sights I love on this little island and my favorite blogging tips. 

It’s all in an effort to keep my promise to blog everyday this year and learn to lovemore and fearless. Did I mention I am afraid of the water? And, I am in a raft right now in the Grand Canyon?

I am keeping a diary while riding the waves and will report back as soon as we hike out of the canyon.  

Until then, I attempt to answer the questions people ask me about how to blog in this video series.  It’s not perfect…but it is published! And, that’s the point.


Day 273: f*ing friday :: fireworks

30 Sep

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Feminist.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, what does it take to start a fire?

I think I know.
Today, I felt the heat.  Being in a room of women, from the ages of 18 to 80, all charged up and energized around one idea: the fire within.

The kind of fire that grows inside your head, heart, body and soul.

The kind of fire that sparks dreams.

The kind of fire that keeps you moving forward toward that dream.

The kind of fire that reassures in times of agony and despair that there can be more: love, laughter, and life out there waiting. Just in case the life you’re living isn’t the journey you know deep, deep, inside you were destined to fulfill.

Today was Women on Fire Day.
And, let me tell you, these women were on fire.

As I looked around the room, I saw all shades of life in these incredible faces. I saw the unstoppable dreams of youth, the sheer determination of impenetrable passion for a dream, for a vision, a longing to step out into the world and make a mark or a change or a difference.

I saw the broken hearts of love lost, jobs lost, marriages lost, loved ones lost, children and dreams lost.  And, the binding strength that comes from surviving, moving on, taking a step forward, one day at a time.

I saw the wisdom that comes only through that roller coaster of ups and downs — of holding on through thick and thin.  I saw the quiet silence that comes in the form of a knowing nod that signals, yes, I have been there, done that.

I saw hugs and high-fives.
Uproarious laughter.
Tiny tears.

But, more than anything I saw fireworks.

The kind of fireworks that occur when women come together and listen, really listen to each, cheer each other on, and say “you, go girl!” — whether you’re barely 18 or almost 80 years old.

I saw all of this and for a moment sadly wished I had experienced this kind of love, support and knowledge when I was 18 years-old.

What a gift to hear that it’s okay to fail at a marriage, or a job, or an entire decade — and still be able to live out your biggest and best dreams.  What a gift to hear that it’s okay to dream big even if you’re just starting out, have no experience and don’t know where to start.  What a gift to hear that it’s okay to dream big when you’re turning 80 and everyone else is at the finish line.

And, that’s good for my head and my heart, even my body and soul.

Because aren’t we all just gunpowder wrapped in paper, with an fuse — just waiting for our moment, our perfect moment to ignite our spark?

And, that makes me smile, because I know, all it takes to light a fire is one moment, one move, one day.

Why not make it today?

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