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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 351 :: home again home again

16 Dec

Day 351: Lickety-Split. 

I’m HOME!
And with me I bring a little memory back from Chicago.

There’s nothing like being home, and being home for the holidays.

Tomorrow I dive back into the Yoga Shred Challenge. You can join the course here.
Namaste, Sleepy eyes. Namaste.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie
{Home?}
#lovemoredomore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 246 :: the heart of the matter

9 Sep

Day 246: Home.

And just like that….I am home.

Ironically, I spotted another heart today: this one is pretty obvious!

I have to say, I respect and admire the branding and “heart” put into everything about the Southwest Airlines experience. Todays’ flight was smooth, the passengers were friendly (and all seemed happy even the little babies being walked up and down the ailse).

But, this I know for sure: the heart of every brand is its people. So thank you SWA for getting me home. Safely and smoothly. With a FREE checked bag!

That’s enough to make me want to go to bed and rest this weary little traveling head. But first… I must do yoga.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{home}
#lovemoredomore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 313 :: blissful home

13 Nov

Today’s bliss…arriving home.

I am home after a day of travels. My heart is full for I am home. But my heart is heavy for those who call Paris home.

May bliss find everyone home. Safe.
And sound. 

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie
{love and prayers}
#lovemoredomore

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 348 :: hope is a muscle, and a connection

19 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day:  Fa la la la la la la hot spot!

The great travel has begun, the journey home to that little spot in Idaho where I grew up. We made it to Portland tonight and I find myself searching for a connection. An internet connection.

That’s the funny thing about this blog. It has made me more connected to finding connections than ever before. Over four years, through hurricanes, vacations, Nor’easters, 30 foot waves taking off the front porch of our house, getting locked out of our vacation villa in Mexico, traveling to Paris, rafting down the Grand Canyon, surgery, after surgery, after another surgery …. I have been forced to find an internet connection to post this blog.

Somedays I have cheated and posted a short post. Somedays I have prescheduled the posts, because let’s face it, there’s no internet connection in the Grand Canyon or the surgery room. And other days, no matter where I find myself,  I have counted on my trusty iPhone for a hot spot connection.

Tonight I find myself sitting in a parked car, with laptop on my lap, heater on, hooked up to my iPhone. It’s the only connection around without trying to find a Starbucks.

I have become so trusting of having a connection that tonight when I couldn’t get my iPhone to work I almost panicked. But hope is a muscle. It’s one I have conditioned and strengthened into peak performance to perform over and over again, night after night, word after word on this blog.

Because we can always find a connection.
Even if it means hunkering down in a car with iPhone pointed in the right direction just slightly to the left sitting on the dashboard.

You can always find a connection.

Tomorrow I head to Idaho, hoping to find another kind of connection, back to my family, back to my hometown, back to my roots.

iPhone in hand. 
Fa la la la la la la la hot spot!

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

 {how are you connected?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 360 :: #home

26 Dec

We just made it home!

Our drive was long but so worth it.
Of course we spotted many beautiful views on our drive from Washington to Oregon, including this:


But I think Brady’s face says it all.
We are part happy and part sad. It always feels good to arrive home and yet it always stings to leave family behind.

Another holiday gone by.
Another year almost over.

But so many good memories.
And so many good stories.
All tucked away for another time and another holiday.

For the time called next time.
Until we meet again.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what memories did you make?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 344 :: december travel: #snow #home #gifts

10 Dec

It’s beginning to look a lot like… 

Snow.
The forecast calls for more #SNOW in Chicago tonight. But I’m not worried. I’m feeling pretty good actually — despite my cold. But that’s another issue.

Tonight, Chicago, will turn every snowier (is that a word?) and I turn even more excited. Because today I shared my gifts.

But first…. would you believe what I ran into tonight?
A sign from Oregon.
The night before I head home:

It still feels weird to tell people that I live in Oregon — because it still feels like a foreign land. But tonight there was a little piece of my heart that jumped for joy at a sign marked with the State of Oregon on it.  Even though it was for a brewery and I detest beer.

I can only compare it to that unexplainable wave of pride that hits you in your belly when someone brings up your team, your state, your school, your what-have-you.

And, it was officially the first time I felt it.
I hear there’s snow back at “home” and I’m headed there tomorrow to check it out.

But first, I want to say thank you to Chicago. You never disappoint. And today you allowed me to show up and shine doing the thing I love to do — lead a brainstorm session.

It’s taken me a long time to realize that brainstorms are one of my special gifts — a superpower if you will.

So, today, I proclaim it my gift of the day.

Because we have to claim our gifts.
We have to recognize them so that the rest of the world follows suit. 

Ideas. Paper. Action.
Doesn’t matter where I am — I love it.
And I love to share it.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what do you love to share?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 326 :: a month of inspiration :: the power of puppies and water

22 Nov

Today, in my month-long nod to inspiration, I share some water and a bath.
Because it’s very powerful. 

Today, Justin spent most of his day fielding calls and making appointments for Miss Sadie, the visiting puppy that we are fostering for a while.

We think we have found the perfect “forever” family for her to meet tomorrow! Keep your fingers crossed and I will keep you updated.

In order to prepare for the big day…
Miss Sadie took a bath. 

If this were a movie, the mere sight of water would signal “change” and something new on the horizon. Usually it’s rain or an unexpected storm that interrupts the scene. For Sadie, it was a bath and a really fun shower nozzle that squirts water and was, by her standards, super! exciting! fun!

We hope the “water rule” of change and new life that it brings holds true and ushers Miss Sadie into her forever home. She sure smells good and looks the part of precious puppy.

As I uploaded photos tonight, I realized the very last one of her in the bathroom is blurry. To which Justin remarked:

“That’s what she will be, just a blur in our lives.” 

I had to nod my head and agree with a lot of hope in my heart.
And a smile on my face too.

Sadie has already taught me some pretty amazing lessons over these last 48 hours. We all need to feel safe, have a home, good food, fun toys, loving hugs, pats on the back, good boundaries, fair rules and friends to play with.  Oh yeah …and a great bathtub.

All that, just might be the definition of ABUNDANCE.

I will report back tomorrow!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless!}
Jamie

{wishing you abundance}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 325 :: a month of inspiration :: a prayer for sadie

21 Nov

Today, in my month-long nod to inspiration, I share a prayer.
For a puppy.

Meet Miss Sadie.

At least that’s what we call her for now.
Sadie is ten weeks old and she entered our lives last night. We have inadvertently through a long string of odd occurrences *unofficially* become foster parents.

Sadie was a mistake. 
But she is totally adorable. 

Her parents are paper-carrying Golden Retriever and German Shepherd certified dogs. She is all black with a little ruffle of white fur on her chest.

We have papered the local vets offices with flyers and are spreading the word. In the meantime, I reached out to my dog guru friend Susan from Dawgma Gallery to get some tips on being a puppy foster parent.

I want to make sure we give Miss Sadie what she needs and appropriately acclimate her to our dogs.

I also want to make sure I don’t get too attached.
I have a tendency to go “gaga for dogas” ….as you probably already know.

Pup is annoyed by all the hoopla and doesn’t want to be bothered.
Brady is all play all the time and just can’t wait to run in the yard with Sadie.

And I am convinced there is a family out there who need Miss Sadie.

Even though we were told that this puppy was a mistake, there is a place in my heart that knows she is really something else.

I think she is a Christmas miracle waiting to happen. 

There must be an amazing and loving family looking for a bright spirit to enter their lives this holiday. (If you know one please send them my way.)

Until the phone rings with the right family waiting for a cute pup, I’m over here saying a little prayer for Sadie.

Because we could all use a little prayer and a little love…. and a good home.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless!}
Jamie

{say a little prayer for you}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 252 :: home

11 Sep

September 11th will never be the same it seems.
Even after all these years there are not enough words to share.

There are memories.
There are flashbacks.
There is a deep knowing that we have moved on but we have not forgotten.

So much.
Too much.
And still, not enough.

Tonight, as I return home, all I can think about is what that word means.
HOME.

May love gather around you today, no matter where you are or who you are with — or where you call home.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what does home mean to you?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 147 :: 30 days of love: love where you are

27 May

It’s DAY 17 over here of the 30 Days of Love. We’ve already had two yummy recipes and a week-long Giveaway, some treats, a sneeze, some wise words to the Class of 2013, some news, a Pop Quiz, 3 things I love, a biopsy, a call to say what you need to say, a prayer, a choice, and now…
A reminder.It’s Memorial Day. The sun is out, the breeze is rolling by and people in towels and bathing suits are dotting the beach.Even though I’m not ready to jump into the freezing ocean water, I am taking it all in.We leave our little beach cottage by the ocean in a matter of days. We’re headed west. Moving to Oregon. We will be closer to mountains than this salty sea air.There’s so much to appreciate about both.

But, I for one, am grateful for this winter by the sea. 

This winter has, in its own unique way, been amazingly terrifying. 

We evacuated the house three times (on my insistance) before hurricanes and blizzards ravaged the beach, tore down our stairs, and left many houses down the street condemned.

On the inside, I have also been dealing with the perfect storm, a health matter, biopsy, and medical procedures relating to the cancer treatment I had 20 years ago.

But it has also been amazingly beautiful. 

I have a new appreciation for the ocean. The massive body of water that I am afraid of, has become like a friend. One I share mutual respect for its power, its energy and its life force.

The ocean is alive. A moving, ever-changing being.

From the baby seal that washed up in the fall.

To the lobster boats that fish off the rocky shore. I have newfound respect for  this massive body of water. It’s home to so many, and sustenance to us all.

As I have watched all the houses dotting the street rebuild and refurbish after the storm, I have also found deep respect for my own body: for its power, its energy and its life force to rebuild and renew.

And it reminds me that we can always begin again. Start over.

As we pack the car and start to move WEST, searching for our own little spot on this earth called “home” — I find deep solace and relief knowing that we are already there.

No matter where we plant our chair.

Home is all around us.

Love where you are, when you are there. 

Happy Memorial Day.

More tomorrow.

Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie
{Live on.}
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