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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 29 :: being kind

29 Jan

Kindness Matters.

This sign now sits next to my bedstand. It was a birthday gift (thanks Justin!) but it’ also a reminder of my promise this year – to be kind and to embrace intentional acts of kindness.

It’s a reminder, for sure. It’s a sign, for real. But what I know is this: we have to walk the talk in order for something to be ingrained in us and then manifest on the outside around us.

So I am walking (and talking) and trying to incorporate kindness into my days. Even when so much on the outside seems to go against that grain.

Want to walk in kindness with me?

More tomorrow….

P.S. Kindness Challenge #4: Celebrate
If you choose to accept this challenge, please join me in

  • Celebrate the GOOD in life!
  • Who can you celebrate?
  • What can you celebrate?

{walking kindness?}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 21 :: diy acts of kindness

23 Jan


Oh, weeee! More signs of kindness. This one though is a brand of kindness you can make for yourself… a big thanks to Eve for sending it my way. (thank you!)

It’s like a Kindness Scavenger Hunt. Or Kindness Advent Calendar. Or Chores for Good.
Full video here:

Seeing the signs? Let me know if you try it.

More tomorrow.

P.S.  Kindness Challenge #3: Patience
If you choose to accept this challenge, please join me in

  • Breathing kindness in and out
  • Waiting and knowing that all is lining up perfectly for you
  • Be kind. Your timing is divine.

{more signs?}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 264 :: believe and receive

23 Sep

We drove home today and on the long and winding roads that cover the Oregon Coast I saw a sign. Among all the ocean views and rain drops we turned a corner and a sign stood out in front of me. It said:

“Believe and Receive.”

I couldn’t get those words out of my head. In the instant that we passed it, all I could ponder was how much sense it made to me.

Believe and Receive.

It seems in this year of peak performance that is one of the lessons I am learning: How strong beliefs and passion lead to peak performance.

What you believe you do. What you do leads to action. Action leads to results. Results are contagious and lead to more energy, more passion, more trust and faith in your beliefs. And then the process repeats.

Believe and Receive. Receive and Believe.
What a beautiful circle. What a powerful sign.

I believe you can do anything.
What do you believe? 

More tomorrow. 


 {what do you believe?}

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.


Day 318: we are here to be alive

15 Nov

Sometimes it feels like a message falls out of the heavens, exactly when I need to see or hear it.

Tonight, this one fell out of my journal and landed in my lap:
“We are here to be alive.”

I tucked this little card into my journal months ago. Who knew it would fall into my lap tonight, on this day, at this hour?

What am I supposed to take from it? 

  • Is it a reminder to be alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic — to quote an old camp song?
  • Is it a subtle nudge to enjoy the roaring ocean view outside my window — instead of fearing it?
  • Is it a practical joke — to “pinch me” and remind me that I am not dead yet?

I have no doubt that everything happens for a reason. Even this subtle little sign.

I don’t question when things go “wrong” or “bad” or otherwise all wonky any more.

I have learned in times of uncertainly (can you say cancer?) or disappointment (pink slip anyone?) I just need to wait for the lesson to unfold. The outcome is usually better than my original plans or dreams or expectations anyway.

But, tonight, I sit here pondering what it means, this message I hold in my hands:
We are here to be alive.

Maybe it is just supposed to be that uncomplicated.
And simple.

Day 317: there’s always more than one way

14 Nov

I was struck by the irony of this sign today:

I almost missed my train because I had to stop and take a photo of this flooded out road with the ONE WAY sign.

As you can see there is only “one way” through and that one way is not passible or possible.

It made me think, what do you do when the only way is not possible?

The obvious answer is this:

Find a new way. 

Because there is never only one way.
Even if the road is laden with signs that read “ONE WAY” there is always another route.

Sometimes it’s longer, or more complicated, but if the journey is great enough, there is always more than one way to get there.

Even if it looks like everything in front of you is under water.
And the fine print says DO NOT ENTER.

That’s exactly when it’s time to make a new sign.

Day 147: ridemore, lovemore!

27 May

Signs are everywhere.
Today, my friend Sara, sent me this sign she spotted that says, RIDEMORE, with a note that said, “Lovemore, Ridemore!”

It reminded her of my promise this year to lovemore and fearless.

It’s funny what we see when we start looking for it.
Kind of like buying a new car, then suddenly everyone else in the entire universe is driving it too.

Today was Day 3 of our drive north.  And, during our road warrior-ness we look for signs and billboards as we drive up I-95. Just to keep alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic — as well as, keep ourselves entertained.

Of course, there are our favorites, like the sea of billboards, practically standing as an American Icon, lining each side of the highway for 80 miles leading up to South of the Border.

There’s the latest from values.com with a mug of Kermit The Frog saying:
“Eats flies. Dates a Pig. Hollywood Star. Live Your Dreams, Pass It On.”

And, then, there are the smaller, mom and pop shop billboards that catch our attention.  Like this one:

“Chicken. Made Fresh. Almost Daily.”

Justin looked at me while driving, raised his eyebrows and repeated out loud, “Almost daily?”

Yes, let’s stop there for lunch.

And, that’s what makes our RIDEMORE road trip so much LOVEMORE fun.

Signs are everywhere. 
You just have to look for them.

Day 205: my happy pill

24 Jul

I’ve been happy and sad all day long.
Today our dear friends Sara and Ethan traveled to the island with their two young boys, Luka and Kaleb, for a day trip to see us one last time before they move to Texas.

It was a marvelous day with:
ferry rides on the fast ferry
black dogs and yellow dogs and puppies
bare toes on the beach
book stores with children’s books and toys
melted ice cream for the kids and organic smoothies for the adults

And one of my favorite moments, swinging on the porch swing at The Black Dog teaching Luka the difference between a motor boat and a sail boat.

Luka is my Happy Pill and I am his Gigi.
We made these names up for each other almost three years ago, when he was an infant bottle feeding at 6am and I was his parent’s displaced friend bumming a spot on their living room couch to sleep off my divorce, job lay-off, and all events tucked under the title of “The Year of Terrible Things”.

But there was one thing that was not terrible about that year:
My Happy Pill.

Luka was one of the only lights in my life that could make me laugh during that dark and ferocious storm.  While I watched the world seemingly crumble around me, Luka reached out and extended his chubby little baby arms to me to cuddle him, to feed him, to play with him.

On some of my toughest days when I couldn’t get out of bed and wanted to bury my grief and my head in the sand, Sara would leave me multiple messages on my cell phone begging me come over to their house, reminding me that a Happy Pill wanted to see his Gigi.  She knew it was my only relief.

Luka is a little boy now.
That terrible year is history, but I am still his Gigi, and his smile still brings me joy.

And so does this:
Today, as I reached down to take Luka’s hand as we all walked through The Black Dog compound of stores, Luka dropped hold of my fingers and ran after Justin saying, “I want to hold Justin’s hand!’

And, for that I can’t blame him, because I do too.

As I watched the two boys I adore walking hand in hand it occurred to me…
If it wasn’t for “The Year of Terrible Things” I wouldn’t be here now, on this island, with these friends and with my boys who bring me much happiness — the kind of happiness that doesn’t come in a pill.

So it seems we have all moved on.
I survived that terrible year.  Justin found me once more and provides a daily dose of hugs and love.  Luka now prefers Justin’s hand to mine.  And Sara and Ethan will pack for Texas, taking my Happy Pill and his little brother far away.

Of course we will all visit and reunion.  Plans will be made.  Luka will always be my Happy Pill but I know, in my heart, the winds of change are blowing.

With all of this swirling in my head today, I saw a sign and stopped in my tracks.  The sign caught my eye.  Maybe I was ready to see it, maybe it was just coincidence, or maybe is was sent from Dr. Seuss himself to remind me that moving on is a good thing. 

Either way it made me smile. 
And that, indeed, is good for taking care of my heart.

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