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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 199 :: trust your dreams

18 Jul


We celebrated cousin Andrew tonight with a lovely birthday dinner downtown. It was beautiful and birthday-ful. As he blew out the candle I thought about wishes and where they come from. I realized wishes can’t be removed from trust.   

To have a dream you must trust in something, especially the future. 
So, here’s to the future! Happy birthday, Andy!

Trust me!
More tomorrow.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 26 :: oh, joy, oh, birthday

26 Jan
{fun adventures}

Ah, birthdays. How I love thee. So much so I took the day off ….just to play!

Today was an adventure, a joy ride of sorts. After pampering myself at the salon I decided to go for a surprise adventure. Down a road, any road. And then Chuckanut Drive was right in front of me. So I took it.

With sweeping views of the bay.

And places to pull off the road to take photos and paths to walk.

Then I found myself in a little, tiny town called Edison. Oh, Edison, you are so quaint.

With yummy foods to eat!

The only problem was, after ordering my meal I was informed the cafe only took cash — or checks. Cash or checks? I usually have none of these things in my purse. Bank cards, yes. But cash? I had to check.

I scrounged through my wallet and pulled out six dollars. I was ten dollars short of a meal. And I was on my surprise adventure so I didn’t even think to bring my checkbook. It sat in my desk all the way back home.

“You can just mail us a check.” The beautiful young lady said to me with a smile.

“Mail?” I repeated. “Like …send you a check in the mail?”

“Yes!” She smiled and wrote the cafe’s address on the back of my receipt. “You’re good for it.”

Wow. What a birthday gift I thought to myself.
And then I thought… where am I?

This level of trust never happens in our modern world. Did Chuckanut Drive whisk me down a time machine portal and plant me back in the 1950’s? To a little town that still accepted cash and CHECKS. To a store clerk that just shrugged it off with an I.O.U. handshake for a future check to be sent via SNAIL MAIL?

As I ate my avocado toast (which tasted simply divine) I counted my lucky stars and the minutes on the clock before the cafe closed. I was the last customer they would serve on this day.

Then I popped across the street to another artful adventure. A yarn studio.

Actually, I’m not really sure what to call it — but it was artful and beautiful and all made of yarns and silks. With my newfound joy of crocheting, I asked the artist all about her yarns and was mesmerized by the process.

We compared notes on yarn and I told her about the “finger” crochet blanket I am attempting. We laughed about the insatiable, irresistible pull a skein of yarn can have on one’s heart. And the need to finish just …One. More. Row.

Then she hugged me goodbye. She hugged me. Physically hugged me. And I hugged her back. What a surprising little store and friend to make over the beauty of art.

She told me to stop at the bread store before leaving town. So I did. Afterall, she hugged me. I trusted her advice. And she said that this store had the best bread in the entire state of Washington.

The bread store was also a quaint throwback to a simpler time. Packed with cookies and pastries and loaves of bread with an open bakery to watch all the action behind it all. I picked up a gluten-free treat and headed to the counter to check out.

As I stood in line I saw a sign that said, “Cash or Check Only.”
Seriously? With all my cash gone and an I.O.U. already in my wallet, I put my cookie back on the shelf. Saving it for another day.

As I left the little town of Edison, I stumbled upon a Blueberry patch.

And a crop of birds!

But the best part of the day, and my adventure was coming home. To a dinner out with Justin and a surprise dessert tray delivered by our waiter.

It included a little white box and two cards.
The first card was from Pup and Brady (of course!)
And the second was from Justin.

The white box contained a jewelry box and these gorgeous, one-of-a-kind earrings. Which is the best complement to a flourless chocolate torte that a girl could ask for!

All in all, the day was more than a joy ride. It was a surprise joy ride.
And aren’t those the best kind?

Just like life is, really.
We may never know what’s around the next turn, but with a few hugs and maybe an I.O.U. here and there, we can make it through with flying colors.

And, of course, tons of joy.

More tomorrow…


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 105 :: birthday happy

15 Apr

Day 105: Pup.

Pup officially turned fifteen years young today. And Pup sure makes the aging process look graceful.

He can still run and bound with the best of them. And most of the time this is the view I see, as I try to keep up with him.

The little whippersnapper.

And in honor of Pup Almighty I am sharing the 15 Things I Love Most about our #1 Pup.

  1. His array of nicknames: Pupper. Pupperoni. Pupsy. Pup-Pup. #1 Pup. Pupperdoodle.
  2. His love of tennis balls.
  3. His ability to find the softest and most comfortable space in any place, house or car.
  4. His sniffer. It’s world class. He should have been a sommelier.
  5. How he shares his dog bed and lets Brady lay on top of him.
  6. The way he perks his ears up when you say his favorite words (Outside. Treat. Hungry)
  7. The funny little groan he makes when you rub his ears.
  8. His love of kitties. He watches for them out the window but then doesn’t know what to do when one gets close.
  9. He will pose for photos. Literally hold a pose.
  10. How he falls asleep with one paw straight up in the air.
  11. Watching him run in his dreams, legs running, nose snoring.
  12. His demands. He paws at my leg when he wants to go outside. He gets what he wants, when he wants it. He’s determined.
  13. How he tells on Brady, when Brady has done something he shouldn’t have done.
  14. All the memories we have together: the road trips, from the Vineyard to Florida, Oregon, Massachusetts, Washington.
  15. The patch of white fur on his chest in the shape of a #1.

That’s our Pupper.
And we love him.

More tomorrow.

P.S. Yoga up next!



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Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 208 :: happy birthday

27 Jul

I’ve been thinking a lot about birthdays – and newness. Partly because this surgery journey is winding down, partly because of the book I’m reading, and mostly because of my mamas.

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. Off the top of my head I have no idea how old she would be, and honestly, I don’t want to figure it out. She is timeless in my heart. A few wrinkles sure. But an angelic face and beaming smile will always be my memory of my Mama Sling. Forever youthful. Forever my loving, doting, silly and serious mother.

Today is Jaynane’s birthday. My other mama. She was Mama Sling’s bestie and they shared more than laughs, golf outings, recipes, and good times. They shared so much life together, including their teenage children’s love for each other.

Mama Sling left me to this world a long time ago. And, sometimes, I wonder if she was able to move on because she knew Jaynane would be there to pick up right where she left off. And she has. Which makes me feel so lucky and loved.

I think birthdays are good reminders of life, where we’ve been and what’s next to come. A moment to pause, if you will, to enjoy some simple beauty, whether it’s a big party or a little card. It is a time to celebrate.

Happy Birthday Jaynane. Happy Birthday Mama Sling.
As I celebrate my mamas, I also celebrate my new “girls” my new implants, my new lease on life. Let the party begin.

More tomorrow.


{what can you celebrate?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 336 :: simple gifts

2 Dec

Tonight I find myself thinking about simple gifts.

December is here.
It’s hard to believe there are 29 days left before the new year. So today, in my gift giving promise to give a gift everyday for the rest of the year, I gave something so simple it almost seems silly.

A song. 
I didn’t buy it on iTunes. This song was sung with the lungs.

We have a newly minted 7-year old in our lives (Justin’s niece) who we called tonight to sing our version (off-tune a capella rendition) of “Happy Birthday” over the phone.

We were both highly impressed with our own singing, but when we finished there was silence. And then a soft seven-year old voice that said “Thank you. Goodbye!”

And that was it.

I wondered if we scared her off with our tune. I imagined her rolling her eyes at yet another phone call serenade. But when her parents got back on the phone they reported that she was twirling the entire time.

And that made my heart twirl and do a loop-de-loop. There’s something so precious about being seven. So smart. So amazing. So able to twirl with the best of ’em.

That reminds me of another simple gift.
This song, and my favorite version by Yo-Yo Ma and Alison Krauss.

I love thinking about true simplicity and all the forms it takes.
Even if it is singing Happy Birthday over the phone.

Because sometimes the best gift is twirling. 

‘Tis the gift to be simple 
‘Tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be 
and when we find ourselves in the place just right
It will be in the valley of love and delight.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless!}

{what makes you twirl?}

Day 208: f*ing friday :: forever friends

27 Jul

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 Firing

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

As in, mom.

Today is a very special woman’s birthday. So is tomorrow.

I suppose we could make the case that every day is a special woman’s birthday, right?  Sure.

But tomorrow is the day I celebrate a very powerful force in my life — my dear Mama Sling.  And, today, is the birthday of her best friend, Jaynane.

Jaynane also happens to be Justin’s mother.
And, a grandmother to two little girls.
She is also a niece.
And, a sister.

What I love most?  
She is like a second mother to me.

There are so many times when I reach for the phone to call my mother.  It doesn’t happen as much as it did, especially right after Mama Sling died, but every now and then I do it.

There are the bad days, when I am broken down, sobbing or fighting back tears, and just want to hear the voice of the woman who loved me most.

There are the days when I am beaming with pride, with good news, the latest developments of my life and times and the swirling sweet success of the moment.  From remembering to pick up the dry cleaning to winning awards.

And, then, there are the most mundane updates to share with someone who would understand the significance behind the mail, the dogs, the weather forecast and what’s for dinner.  Someone who gets the most minor detail of it all — that important stuff we call “life.”

The kind of stuff Mama Sling would giggle at and gobble up, in an only-my-mom-cares-sort-of-way.

Except there is someone else on this earth who gets it too.
Happy Birthday Jaynane. 

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?

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.

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