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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 267 :: joy is #1

30 Sep

{the best}

Last night I wrote about this paint splash that Justin found on our wall. 

And tonight, I’m sharing what it reminds us of… or who it reminds us of!  It’s #1 Pup, of course. 


It seems like such a sign. As if Pup had a hand in helping us find a new home after we said goodbye to him. He couldn’t make the cross-country move with us, but somehow he made it here anyway. His marking splashed across a wall in the bathroom shower. It was just a mistake by the painters, but to us it’s another reason to believe we were meant to be here.

On my plane ride home yesterday I sat next to an 82-year-old man who just buried his wife. He was flying “home” without his love for the first time in 62-years. He told me that was okay because “as long as people are alive who remember her, she will always be around.”

It’s always hard to lose someone, anyone, even a pet. But this just reminds me that we never really lose anyone as long as they are in our hearts. And maybe even reflected on our walls. 
What joy.

More tomorrow… Lovemore,


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 244 :: joy is good friends

5 Sep

Joy is having dinner with a good friend. Always. But tonight I experienced so much joy in catching up and laughing and sharing with my friend Christine. What a beautiful thing friendship is, especially over the years, miles, jobs, and adventures. 

There is no more beautiful and nourishing joy than sharing a meal, a few milestones and memories.
Savor the joy of life.

More tomorrow…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 280 :: saturday night live

7 Oct


And they said that “television” would never amount to any cultural significance. I beg to differ. As I write this blog post, I have Saturday Night Live playing on TV. It’s a throwback, a vintage reel from 1979 – featuring Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers.

It has me thinking about the kindness that comes with honoring our past. And those who have passed. If it wasn’t for TV there would be fewer stories to experience all over again, for the first time.

There’s something magical about capturing a moment in time.
And something even more special about seeing it with new eyes.
How kind of that little, antiquated, invention called Tele-Vision.

More tomorrow…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 330 :: blissful memories

30 Nov

Today’s bliss…memories. 

It’s a magical season right now. I can feel it in my bones. It’s also that season that conjures up memories of December days and the ghosts of Christmas Past.

So it is with a full and heavy heart that I say goodnight to one more memory and a magical soul. My dear Aunt B., a graceful and gorgeous 96-year old. 

She inspired me in so many ways. From the time I was a little girl, visiting her house on the edge of the golf course. She let us hunt for lost golf balls and collect buckets of someone else’s errant drives. I think she made us believe we were getting away with something, breaking the rules. She made it seem fun. In retrospect we were probably doing her a favor! 

Back then, I didn’t know the difference. I just knew she was fun. And funny. I thought she was teasing, literally teasing me when she offered me hard liquor for a cough stuck in my kid throat. She wasn’t kidding. It was some old fashioned remedy. One that tasted worse that cough syrup. But I still remember the twinkle in her eye when she offered it to me. She may have even giggled too. 

I wonder if this young girl, once a Blue Bird, thought she would live to be ninety-six? It’s marvelous, really. And so was she. The last time I saw her she was all dressed up in her pearls. And beautiful. Always beautiful. 

The last time I held her hand I knew it would be the last. As it was with the last hug I gave my mother. Because when the heavens call, it’s time to fly.

So fly on dear Blue Bird, fly!  You have so many here that love you. I can still feel the squeeze of your hand, and I swear I can almost hear you giggling too.

May bliss find you.
Right where you are.
And may we all remember to live while we are alive.

More tomorrow.
{feel alive?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 306 :: blissful friday nights

6 Nov

Today’s bliss…. a moment.

I started reading again. I read everyday, all the time, but it’s usually work related or inside the self improvement genre or marketing industry news.

But tonight I was reading a bonafide story. And I’m almost embarrassed to say it is my first time reading Stephen King.

Justin pulled the thousand-page tome off the shelf and recommended I read it before the mini series airs in February. At first I balked. Stephen King? No thank you. Scary. Demented. I’ve seen the movies! And life is already scary enough.

But Justin insisted (and promised the book wouldn’t be scary). So I’m trying.

In the bathtub.
In bed.

While baking cookies, tonight I read in the kitchen. The hum of the dishwasher sounded like waves on the ocean as it sprayed and washed our dirty dinner dishes. The familiar sound took me back to my childhood where I would spend hours in the kitchen. Not cooking. Nope, not me. I was reading. Sitting in front of the refrigerator on the floor where it was warm.

I loved that spot. After dinner was over and everyone was off watching TV or talking on the phone, I sat and read in front of the warm spot in the kitchen. The dishwasher kept time as I lost myself in books or homework preparing for school.

And that’s the memory that caught me tonight as I read a book (not scary yet!) in the kitchen.

It’s a Friday night.
Books are magical.
Memories are bliss.  

More tomorrow. 

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 269 :: bruin bliss

1 Oct
Bliss of the day: these memories! I toured my high school halls today with all the familiar haunts and hefty memories.

The murals and those blue-painted heaters…

The long hallways and man, if these lockers could talk…

The signs hanging in the hallways and my first love of marketing….

The Gymnasium holding my sweat and tears and first taste of victory….

But the most blissful spot was this one:

The exact spot where I saw a boy wearing a J.Crew shirt.  I was wrapping crepe paper around the railing, prepping the gym for a dance. He walked into the gym. His shirt caught my eye. And I immediately said, “Who is that cute boy?” 

The rest is history. And now, a sweet, blissful memory.

More tomorrow.
{first loves?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 256 :: happy list

19 Sep

Here’s a flashback, one that found me on Facebook tonight. A memory in a photograph.

It’s the ocean at night, with light overlooking Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard.

And, in this year of Bliss, I’m adding it to my happy list.

More tomorrow.
{what’s on your bliss list?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 215 :: summer bliss

9 Aug
Friends. Family. And a little escape. It all adds up to slice of Summer Bliss. That feeling of wanting to stretch a weekend into a week or a beautiful moment into forever. And I have to say there’s something magical about an island.

Summer goes by way too fast and before I know it, I wake up and find it’s over. So I’m soaking up this moment that is now a memory.

As Dr. Suess said…
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

More tomorrow.
 {what is your summer bliss?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 281 :: friday moments

10 Oct

Need a little lift? Meet The Echelon Effect

I find it both calming and invigorating to listen to (and to work to).

Perfect for a Friday afternoon of peak performing before the weekend gets here.

Speaking of the weekend…Happy weekend to you!  What moments will you create this weekend? What moments will you remember?

More tomorrow. 


 {what will you do this weekend?}

Day 358: 12 days of christmas :: the best gift of all

25 Dec

Today I found out some good news.
I have a brand new baby nephew in my family!

Just in time for Christmas.
And it’s times like these that remind me what “Christmas” is all about.


Great moments with family…


A table to gather around….

table, christmas, the promise 365, jamie eslinger

Beautiful and thoughtful gifts…


Toys that fly…


And the best gift of all…
Is always the thing that I can’t see, touch, hold or unwrap.

It comes in a memory or a moment.
It finds me with a smile, a chuckle or a tear.

It’s remembering the ones that can’t join or sit around the table. The ones who are remembered, forever loved, never forgotten and always by our side.

Tonight, I was reminded of this as we watched the John Edward Christmas special The Five Live.

Because while not all the ones we love are with us — they are always with us.

We are never alone.
And that’s the best gift of all. 

Merry, merry Christmas.



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