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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 182 :: listening

23 Jul


I’m learning kindness is so much about listening. So, in this year of intentional acts of kindness – to myself and others – I am not surprised that the most powerful act of kindness is actually free.

It’s amazing what you hear when you Listen.

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 78 :: kindness is…

22 Mar


Kindness is teaching me to listen. It seems to be the lesson that is blooming over and over again. And, tonight, as I have officially lost my voice, I am beginning to feel the power of the silent word.

It is the gift of open ears.
An act of Kindness, that is the ember that starts a wildfire.

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 164 :: bringing out the best

18 Jun

Day 164: Overheard.

I spent the afternoon at a coffee shop. One of my favorite places to catch up on work and writing and sometimes, other people’s conversations.

It’s not like I mean to listen in to their conversations, it just seems to happen when you’re packed between cups of mocha and leather chairs, elbow to elbow, inside on a rainy day.

Today, one man, who was clearly hard of hearing, kept repeating what he was hearing in his private conversation. At higher decibels than what is typical inside a coffee shop.

I overheard every word of his conversations. Multiple times. Including the words that his ears were translating differently.

She said: “Do you believe in the father, the son and the holy ghost?
He repeated: “Do I believe in ghosts?”
She repeated: “No, I said, do you believe in the father, the son and the holy ghost?”
He said: “No, I don’t believe in ghosts.”

And so it went on for hours. He misinterpreted her words. She repeated them. He repeated them again. And on and on.

At first, it was annoying as I wished I had brought my headphones to drown out the noise. And then it was amusing as he kept changing the meaning of their conversation. And finally, it was quite inspiring.

She was so patient with him, repeating and repeating and repeating with love in her voice what she was saying. As he was trying his best. Wanting to hear. Wanting to understand.

As I sat there trying not to listen, and not being able to help it, I kept thinking about her incredible depth of patience. To repeat herself until he really heard, until he could understood.

And, then, later today I received this:

And I realize, tonight, as I write this blog post, that she was doing just that. She was bringing out the absolute best in him. The stranger in the coffee shop that was hard of hearing. The woman with her patience for repeating. For all of us listening.

It has me thinking about the power of patience.
And listening.
And higher goals.
Higher vibrations.

More tomorrow.

Now…it’s time to listen to my body. Yoga time!


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 261 :: a little bit of listening

23 Sep

Bliss moment of the day: a little Songza.

I’m loving this app. Music based on mood… time of day… activity.
Is it too much to call it a little slice of Bliss?
I think not.

More tomorrow.


Day 227: listening, listening, listening and more listening

15 Aug

Yesterday, I walked off the ferry and stepped foot on the island, after my little dental adventure.

In the mad rush of masses disembarking the ferry, I could feel somebody walking behind me.  I slowed down, just to see if their pace would change.  It did.  The footsteps matched mine.

They were definitely following ME.

Finally, I turned around and saw, out of the corner of my eye, somebody I recognized.  It was Justin!

He surprised me at the ferry, took me out to dinner, then took me to the book store and bought me three new books and then he took me to the movie (where we shared a big bag of popcorn, my favorite!).

It was a spontaneous date night!
And, it was so fun.

Later that night, I told Justin how much fun I had and thanked him for everything he did, from surprise to movie popcorn. To which he responded, “I listened.”

And, listen, he did.

Just the other night I was complaining about how we haven’t had any time to do “stuff” together this summer while on the island. We’ve both been working and traveling and doing so much that we haven’t made good, quality time for each other.

So, he listened. And, we did have good, quality time with each other, doing all the stuff we love: dinner out, book store strolling and taking in a movie at the theatre.

Today, as I sat at my desk working, I reflected even more on how Justin chose to show me he listened to my wishes. It’s such a gesture of love.

It’s one I know I need to work on, this muscle called “listening” in this lovemore+fearless year of mine.

Because, really, is there any greater gift of love? 

Day 313: locked out and selective hearing

9 Nov

I have, at times, been accused of not listening.
Actually, the crime has been diagnosed as more like “selective hearing” than clinical deafness.

Mama Sling accused me of having selective hearing as a child.
Usually right after my little ears perked up when my favorite show came on television — and I heard it from four rooms away, through drywall, in the basement.  Somehow my super sonic hearing appeared when it was something I wanted.

But, ask me to do the dishes, or clean my room, or pick up the doggy doo doo in the back yard and I couldn’t hear a thing.

“What?” I would scream from the other room. “Are you talking to me? I CANNNN’T hear you.”

I am actually gifted at tuning out the noises around me and focusing only on what I think I need to hear, or know, or do.

That’s why I can work in coffee shops — actually, that’s why I prefer to work in coffee shops — or with some sort of music in the background.  In an odd way having music around helps my brain focus on what’s in my head.

But, like any super power, it has a downside, a debilitating detriment, a Kryptonite of sorts.

For me, it’s nodding.
I nod a lot.  I think I understand.

While someone else is explaining something very important to me, I nod my head up and down, while my brain is really focused on it’s own version of the story, or maybe admiring their shoes, or making a list of things I need to check when I get back to my computer.

So I think I hear.
But really I am just confirming with my nod whatever story my brain is developing.  The sad plot twist in this is that I inevitably get the wrong message, cross my wires, forget what I’m supposed to remember or, worse yet, make a mistake.

Like today.
When Justin gave me specific directions of which way to head out of the hotel parking lot — and I then turned in my car and drove the opposite way.

As soon as I made the wrong turn he called my cell phone and said, “I just showed you exactly where to go and you went completely the opposite way.”

Selective hearing.


I eventually got turned around and pointed in the right direction and we made it to Naples by sunset. Land of palm trees and water fountains.

Just as we pulled into Rob and Debbie’s driveway I reached into my pocket and pulled out the key to the door.  The key that Debbie gave me to make sure we could let ourselves in for the night before our apartment opens up tomorrow.

The key didn’t work.
It was the wrong one.

My mind raced back to before we left Martha’s Vineyard and Rob and Debbie asked me one more time, “You have the key right?”

I nodded.
Of course I have the key!

Turns out, I didn’t.
Luckily, their trusted friend let us in tonight and handed over a brand new key.
To which I nodded and said thank you.

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