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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 271 :: monday trust

30 Sep

{trust}  

Trust thoughts for a Monday night… you have to be here, to be here. Be present and believe that you can do this. 

Trust your vision, trust your gut, trust your dreams. 

Trust me!
More tomorrow.
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 326 :: joy is a rest

25 Nov

{sunday, sunday} 

Sundays are for rest, rejuvenation, and around here, football. Today, it was a special day reserved for a little shopping and tree decorating and some Patriots. All very Christmas-y things for me.

But, last night I broke an ornament. So, today I bought a new one. It isn’t a replacement, really, it’s a substitution. It’s new. It’s shiny. I love it. Just like the old one.

The new ornament is a heart with angel wings in gold. It reminds me to focus on the joy of what we have, what we have lost and all the things that we have yet to know that we cannot possibly guess right now. 

And that is a lesson in joy. Sometimes, joy is just being with the now, right now. 
 

Today was a Sunday, which in so many ways is the place between the old and the new. 
And, right now, I’m trying to hold onto the joy of the weekend now before it too slips away into the new now.

Joy is a moment in time.

More tomorrow… 
Lovemore,
Jamie

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Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 177 :: enjoy simple beauty

25 Jun

In my quest for beauty this year I have a message. It’s simple. It hangs on my office door.

It began because I wrote down a few words that seemed like good reminders for my latest medical journey (and as I go through a quest of beauty which may in fact be a journey of peak performance).

But today, all those words ran together and read like a sentence. Or a sign.

Enjoy simple beauty, pause right now.

Like a whisper, a sign, or a message:
Enjoy simple beauty, pause right now.

I’m paying attention — and reading the signs.
And pausing for simple beauty.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

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Day 18: right now

18 Jan

Last year feels so easy to me.  Right now.
Sure, it was hard, at first, to quit shopping.  Then it became overwhelming to write every single day.  But, soon, with enough time and patience I moved through the struggle and found my stride one day at a time.

Last year seems so cut and dry to me.  Right now.
No shopping allowed. Just invest in the head, heart, body and soul.
Check!  Check!  Done!

It’s feels easy now because it’s over.
Because I did it.  It is complete.

Now I sit here staring at 347 days in front of me all over again, with barely a breather in between.

I have to remind myself that in everything I have ever done, the “right now” part of the equation has always been the hardest part.  As soon as “right now” is over, the struggles so easily disappear in the rear view mirror.

Like how the struggles of high school melt away in college.

How the agony of my cancer diagnosis dissipated with treatments complete.

How the stabbing pains in my abdomen, hips and knees for 26.2 miles turned into a triumph of joy as soon as I crossed the finish line in the Twin Cities Marathon.

Even how the little misunderstanding that Justin and I had last night turned into a gorgeous vase of roses today.

It’s amazing how the pain of right now can turn into a sacred memory, a cherished accomplishment and a little moment that brings you closer together as soon as it’s over.

Isn’t it amazing what we can laugh about the next day, the next week, the next decade?

And I suppose that’s why the pain, the bumps, the uncertainty, the unknown  are always worth it. Right now.

Day 153: isn’t it ironic?

2 Jun

A strange thing happened on my way home today…

Jesus Jones came on the radio singing Right Here, Right Now.

If you read Day 152 yesterday, then you know the significance of this song for me.

I can’t tell you the last time I heard this song on the radio.

Years?  Maybe even decades?  So, the day after I write about it, it pops on the air waves as soon as I buckle into my car?  Really?

Is it ironic?  
Coincidence?  Synchronicity?  Serendipity?

Maybe it’s just good timing.
But, I will say this, the more I take good care of myself, my head, my heart, body and soul, the more I don’t question these strange occurrences.

It’s as if somebody or something is listening.
Right here.  Right now.

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