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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 69 :: joy rides

12 Mar

We went for a joyride today. And I have to say…Sunshine makes all the difference. Even for a view like this one!

The sunshine and the springlike weather have me thinking about joy. It’s so much easier to feel joyful when the weather is nice and warm on a perfectly sunny day.

But I think the secret is to feel joy always. Even in the dark.

JOY has a message for me this year… and it’s to head toward the light. Focus on the light. Be the light. Live for joy.

So, here’s to the light. May joy be with you always and illuminate your life. 

More tomorrow…



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2014 BLOG – DAY 21 peak performance: this is 40

21 Jan

This week officially kicks off my 40th year on earth. 

My birthday is not until Sunday but I’m starting the celebration now. I mean, you only turn 40 once you know. (At least once this year.)

The funny, ironic, odd, weird, strangely wacko thing is this:
I feel like I’ve been 40 for twenty years already. 

I’m not joking.
I think it comes with the territory of having cancer as a teenager, losing my mother to breast cancer in my twenties, a divorce and a pink slip in my thirties. A surgery last year.

Believe me, I would change NOTHING about my life so far.  All the ups and down and everything in between have made me who I am and who I am supposed to be.

Experience has taught me though to feel a bit more like 40 for about, well, the last two decades. Life lessons, learned wisdom.

But here’s what I’m thinking…

Since I will soon have a 4 in front of my age bracket it gives me permission to fully be myself.  To fully think what I know. To really live what I love. To loudly say what I believe. To actually listen to my 40-year old beating heart.

No holds barred. 
Might that lead to peak performance?
Who knows?

I do know this: 
I have made it here without a spleen, a thyroid, wisdom teeth and a handful of lymph nodes too.
Without my mother’s hugs (but with her love).
Without losing my sense of humor too (a minor miracle).
And, I have made it here without losing my faith in all that is good.

But I wouldn’t have made it here without you — friends, family, soulmates, sisters, confidants, and all the people I adore. Because it takes a village.

And now is the time in life that I hope to turn back and give back. To help, to extend, to stretch, to reach out and to dive in.

(Lord knows what I’ll learn in the next forty years!)

This. Is. 40. 
Well almost….

Let the countdown begin to Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{here’s 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}
{Live on.}

Day 304: a day for all saints’ and self care

1 Nov

Some weeks are just made for self care.
I vote for this one.

I think I have vacillated between every form of emotion from love to fear and back again.

Between losing my wallet and praying not to lose my house in Sandy’s super stormy cycle, THEN having my wallet returned (without the cash!) and thanking my lucky stars for a home intact with electricity …. to finally watching in horror as people up and down the east coast picked up fallen trees, flooded streets and burning houses………

I. Am. Exhausted.
Aren’t you?

So today I was a little relieved to find the top 10 mobile health apps from CNN.
One of which is my beloved Pocket Yoga.

It’s a good reminder for me.
To remember to be alive while I am, um, you know, HERE.
And to take care of the one body I have.

To breathe.

And to do something.

Even if it means consciously sitting still in silence.

Or quietly watching the ocean roll by, being grateful for each moment, every crash of every wave, down to the tiniest drop of water, as if I were a lighthouse at sea.

Resilient. Steadfast. Strong.

It’s no surprise to me, that on this day otherwise known as All Saints’ Day, I am breathing in a message to live in awe.

And to awesomely,
and unequivocally, 

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