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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 336 :: blissful party

6 Dec

Today’s bliss…a birthday party.

We spent the afternoon with our newly minted nine-year old niece. Nine. Years. Old. Nine!

She is one of the reasons why we moved north. To be close enough for soccer games and birthday parties. In a few short months we have accomplished both.

And the best part is that we are cherishing every moment. Because while you count everything from half birthdays to school years and summer days when you are nine, the reality is that time flies when you’re an aunt and uncle.

We know we have a short window of time to be present for all the amazingly blissful moments of being nine. Because then comes ten. And I know it’s just right around the corner.

Sometimes the best present of a birthday is Staying Present.
Carpe diem dear nine.  

More tomorrow. 

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 299 :: friday’s bliss

30 Oct

Today’s bliss…. this. Simply this… Friday night.
Every night I sit and think. What is the most profound, important thought coming to my mind as I write. What should I share on this blog?

And tonight… I have this. Friday. It’s FriDAY! I love Fridays… feel good Fridays! 

But the secret to all that is simply this. This moment. This present moment. This second of really being alive, feeling alive, just being present.

Today, I have signed my name to two different cards for two different people in my life going through medical procedures. And, the only silver lining to that is the reminder of this…. THIS present moment.

Happy blissful Friday.
Stay present.

More tomorrow.

{can you feel it?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 359 :: repeat the sounding joy

25 Dec

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

Today is a day of celebration and this morning we were giddy to gather around the tree.  Not only was it a morning of “ooohs” and “ahhs” it was also the annual gathering of family in pajamas. 

And the gifts!

The gifts were thoughtful, personal, meaningful and special in so many ways. Including a turtle. Yes, a turtle.

A turtle for an 8-year-old girl who was thrilled and over the moon to get her very own turtle, thank you Uncle Justin. (Her parents, not so thrilled. But no worries, turtles only live for like seventy years).

The best part? The peak performance part of the day? She has already trained her turtle to crawl on demand. Next, I’m sure, she will have it doing tricks like shake and high five.

I wasn’t sure a turtle was the most appropriate gift when the turtle first arrived. But now, seeing the glow in an eight-year-old’s eyes, the giggle with glee and the pure bliss in her voice, I’m convinced it was the most perfect Christmas gift ever. The one that will be remembered. The story that will be told, over and over again (maybe by her parents t00).

And that has me thinking…
Christmas brings out so many gifts. Some of the best are those that come from the heart of knowing what really matters to those who matter most.

Merry Christmas.

More tomorrow. 


 {repeat the sounding joy}

Day 352: 12 days of christmas :: present and presents

19 Dec

I just returned home from yoga class.
It was a little present I gave to myself during the hectic holiday ramp up of buying, wrapping, locating, returning for the right size presents.

After all, we are only 6 days until Christmas.

As soon as yoga class began, the instructor asked us to “be mindful to what you will be present for tonight.”

Here we are in the holiday season and there was that word again… present.

present, the promise 365, jamie eslinger

It made me stop and reflect on presents and being present…. and being present for presents.

Ever since my mother died there has been a black cloud over Christmas in my heart. She was the Queen of Christmas. Specifically, she was the queen of the BOWS that went around the wrapping that held the presents.

Nobody was allowed to smash a bow. Just placing the gifts under the tree was a challenging game of Tetris.

“Don’t smash a bow!” Mama Sling would yell from the kitchen as I hovered over the tree as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

(And, just for the record, I believe Mama Sling DID have EYES in the BACK of her head.)

With Mama Sling so went Christmas.

Gone were her stockpiles of gifts hidden in the back of her closet, just in case someone showed up at the house as a last minute surprise. Gone was the gigantic pile of gifts under the tree all neatly wrapped with bows the size of Texas.

Ever since Mama Sling died I have had to learn to relate presents with Christmas in a whole new way. I learned to accept the new rules of the my father’s house, that only the grandchildren would be given gifts at Christmastime. I had to accept the fact that my husband, at the time, believed gifts were a waste of money.

I had to accept that my definition of a present was not the same as others. I believe Christmas should come with gifts straight from the heart, no matter the size. It’s just the thought that counts. I blame Mama Sling, it’s all her doing.

And, tonight as I took in a deep breaths during yoga, being present for every single stretch and painful move, I smiled at how far I’ve come.

Not just because my life now revolves around a family that adores Christmas. And not just because Justin, my partner, is the World’s Best Giver of Gifts.

It’s because after all this time, I finally know that just being present is the most wonderful present of all.

Being present for friends.
Being present for family.
Holding the presence of those who are no longer here in my heart.

That’s the magic of Christmas — the very precious present.
Well, that, and some seriously gigantic bows that are not to be crushed.

Love you Mama Sling.
Your presence is felt.


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