inconsistency rang the horse

guys it's happening.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 21 Dec 2016 18:12:00 +0000

oh hello friends. long time, yes?
lots has been going on in 2016 - not just for celebrities joining one another in the great mod club in the sky, but also for me (and based on the internet memes, everyone else in the world. THANKS MERCURY AND YOUR RETROGRADE).
anywho. i promise - to you, my friends - that a committment i've made to myself involves more words, in more posts, and more photography. so turns out, those 4 lovely followers i have are totally going to get some eye (photo AND word) candy!
also. i'm going to be transferring this entire blog over to my website: jamieshea.ca. wahbam.

doesn't that look nice?
the plan is, this will also be the motivation i need to get my jewelry making on (thanks 2006 for your catch phrase), and post some photography - film i've been hoarding, and some digitals that i have yet to take (aren't you excited??).
so. that's it. putting things into the universe means 1) you 4 will hold me accountable, and 2) the more i say it, the more the universe gets my rear in gear.
so be prepared for the switch. it's likely that i won't post anymore entries here, so update your favourite links, and then i will succumb to the pressures of the requests for more rap based baking entries.
k bye.

sharing a soul

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 20:16:00 +0000

earlier this week, i posted online about my having a rough time. i was experiencing feelings of anxiety and all the things that come along with the mental fluctuations of life. i revealed i hadn't washed my hair for 3 days (normal - though certainly not pretty. i hate washing my hair). i hadn't slept consistently for months, and had less sleep in the past few days, than in a very long time (i have struggled with insomnia for most of my teenage and adult life, so this happens from time to time, and simply adds stress and weight to any other existing pressures in a life). i generally indicated that things were not in a good place from the mental health perspective. you can read the full note here.
by way of diagnosis, i'm not a clinical case for incredibly high levels of depression and anxiety - while i'm sure we all experience situational anxiety and depression, as well as other mental health issues that impact our lives. i'm not medicated, nor do i do a great job of seeking the help i need (we all could use) regularly. instead, my mental health fluctuations are at a 'functional' level, and they rear their ugly head in different ways in my life. my personal ups and downs are also highly exacerbated by a year (this one - 2016 i'm sorry to hate on you) which was a difficult path in learning to ask for help.
when i shared my state - and my commendation to those 'functioning' with serious serious levels of mental health issues, and chemical imbalances over which they have no control - i personally felt a weight lifted. my partner has encouraged me in a few ways to 'lighten my load' in the past months, and the feeling of opening up ones soul, and sharing with the world, and showing imperfections had an astounding affect on my own personal perfectionism. it lightened me.
the fascinating thing though, wasn't that. it wasn't how it made me feel, and it wasn't how i felt in the hours/days after. it was the way people reacted.
the responses to my online sharing were varied in nature. the majority of people were caring and kind and supportive on a (very authentic and) surface level way. perhaps those people felt it would be intruding to get too deep. or perhaps some didn't care to, whether because they were disinterested, or because becoming involved would have further aggravated their own issues. perhaps even some thought it was a cry for help, or a need for attention. and all of those things are ok.
then there were people who reached out. they offered their version of support - for some people it was talking about their own experiences, for some it's sharing what has worked for them, in their version of a 'down'. some people i didn't know well at all, or i thought had given up on me. some people who didn't have the words, and still shared that. people who sent messages, made calls (even if i didn't pick up), or even a small icon of a heart, showing it was worth enough to them to pause.
i think those were the reactions i expected. while i didn't share where i was emotionally and mentally, for those showings of love and support, it certainly reinforced for me that that is why sharing is needed. a reminder that people haven't given up on you. people care. people love you. but those reactions i somewhat anticipated. and for all of those people, i am appreciative. the people who i didn't think i was that close with - i now feel connected. and those who i thought i had isolated - i felt relieved and lightened by the weight i had put on myself.
what i didn't expect were the other two reactions.
first, those who thought that what i had shared meant i had fallen so low, i couldn't climb out. those who thought i was sharing out of desperation. and while these reactions were loving and thoughtful and whole, they caused me worry. i shared my thoughts that day because i felt strong enough to be vulnerable. i shared because i felt like stepping into a new counselor's office - one who i researched, and interviewed, and made notes for, and pep talked myself for - was a moment of light in a year that has been incredibly difficult. i shared because part of me pulling myself together is not plastering a fake smile on my face, until it turns into a real one - pulling myself together finally meant admitting i needed help and i couldn't do it on my own. and sharing for me, finally felt like a step in the right direction. a step in the direction of control, and compassion for my head and my heart, and a step in a direction i could be proud of for myself. so i worried about these reactions because i worry that we - as a collective 'people' - will only offer help and support when someone is at their worst. when someone has hit the bottom. and the thought of that scares me. when someone hits that point, they are no longer going to reach out. they are no longer feeling capable of the strength required to open their hearts up to people. it's for those people we need to be kind and loving and inquisitive, and involved all the time.
and then. my favourite. the small group of people who reached out to share that they could relate. not those who shared with me their experiences with anxiety and depression, and OCD, and difficult times in their life - though MAN, those people helped. it's the people who reached out to tell me they could relate because life just seemed to be a little too much right now - but the spiral was pulling them further and further from 'good' days. it's the people who saw the recommendations that others gave, and sent me notes to tell them that they had needed that recommendation for their own first steps, but didn't know how to ask.
it was the person who sent me a note sharing 'i am feeling those feelings right now. thank you for being more brave than i am'.
and i received that note, and cried a happy cry for the first time in months (after, of course, a great conversation with that brave soul). THAT. that is why. that is why we share. we share because it's a lonely world - even if you believe you have YOUR mental health together. and loneliness is only combated by a hand to reach out to.
that's the thing about mental health - everyone has it. all of us have these amazingly wonderful days where everything is right, and everything makes you smile. and all of us have these terrible, rotten days where nothing seems right, and it's difficult to simply put one foot in front of the other. and all of us have some level of other days in between - and some parts of some days are broken up into ups and downs. and some of us have more of certain days than others - or some of us have a harder time controlling those ups and downs, and how many days go in between them.
and that's all normal.
it's normal to be ok, and it's normal to not be ok.
we're not alone. and the more we share where we are, and who we are, and what is inside of us - on the good days and the bad - the more we open a doorway to the people who have a harder time. the people who perhaps didn't feel strong enough on their first counselling appointment, to reach out for a little bit of love from their support group.
it's ok to not be ok.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 14 Dec 2016 21:24:00 +0000

chalk this one up to my never ending love for the genius that is elliot smith.

let us insist

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 09 Nov 2016 23:50:00 +0000

today, and this time last year, and this time the year before that, i've posted the same essay on facebook. an essay on the dis-ease of being busy. and each year, it seems to come at the most perfect time. i'm not sure whether november the 9th is a particularly tough day for me, or just falls during a time of the year during which i tend to beat myself up more than other times. either way, this essay comes to me like a gift. a reminder. a nudge.

In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask: in Arabic, Kayf haal-ik? or, in Persian, Haal-e shomaa chetoreh? How is your haal? What is this haal that you inquire about? It is the transient state of one’s heart. In reality, we ask, “How is your heart doing at this very moment, at this breath?” When I ask, “How are you?” that is really what I want to know.I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul. Tell me you remember you are still a human being, not just a human doing. Tell me you’re more than just a machine, checking off items from your to-do list. Have that conversation, that glance, that touch. Be a healing conversation, one filled with grace and presence. Put your hand on my arm, look me in the eye, and connect with me for one second. Tell me something about your heart, and awaken my heart. Help me remember that I too am a full and complete human being, a human being who also craves a human touch.

there's something about this. something that lodges a brick in my throat - the part of my throat that gets all stuffed up when watching sports and sad movies, or my best friends enjoy happiness. something that my mind needs consistently.

something that i need to 'help me remember that i too am a full and complete human being, a human being who also craves a human touch.'

spending time

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 23 Oct 2016 01:11:00 +0000

i spent some time this week. trying to find things i had lost. trying to find interest in things i had loved for so long, and felt like i had lost touch with.
due to the persistency of a friend, i ended up a photographer for her and her family. and holding the camera, with purpose, for the first time in a long time, felt good. there were some failures, and some self-criticism. and yet, there's a sort of love and kindness to oneself, that comes when doing what one loves - a forgiveness, in the moment. that while this was something that was important to my friend, and the perfectionist that lives within me was devastated with blurry faces, and overexposed lighting, there was still something about looking at a friend and her family's faces, through a camera lens.
something that reminds me to focus on things like this more often. to work at passion projects. to spend time - the time i often spend on others - on the things i love.

to life. to getting back to creating, and artistic creation. to working at loving myself, and an internal peace.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 01 Sep 2016 13:15:00 +0000

i think i missed the boat on this one, when it went floating around the internet... but nevertheless, it still rang loud for me upon reading it.
written by kent nerburn, as part of a book on essays called, 'make me an instrument of your peace'
you can read the whole piece in a multitude of places, originally posted here (and i encourage you to), as well as some beautifully articulate thoughts on people's reflections and the human nature, from the author here.
"'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said. 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one."

holding your hands with opal

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 01 Sep 2016 12:55:00 +0000

a little sufjan to end my work week - as i take off for a vacation to be with warm hearts and great minds. and, of course, eat all of the great food that england, belgium and amsterdam have to offer (aka. all of the fried potatoes).

"season of hope (after the flood). valentine, spurn my sorrow. head on the floorboards (covered in blood). drunk as a horsefly. climb on the mattress pad. twist my arm"

returning.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 05 Aug 2016 06:54:00 +0000

this city does things to me. it shapes a piece of my heart everytime I'm here. not a longing or a draw to be here forever. not a missing piece of me that can't be fulfilled. a memory that can't be shaken. a small twinge of happiness and fulfillment. the memories of things I can't relive. we never think it will ever be the last time. and yet, when I run this seawall, I am reminded of all the times before. the 'last times'. a reflection of the city, the wild, and how my heart is reflected in both those places.

I don't miss it. I don't miss what it meant for me. but I do miss some parts of what existed when my heart was fed by the parks and the mountains and the people who shared that.

sometimes.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 02 Jul 2016 02:59:00 +0000

sometimes I spend hours searching for his name on Google. trying to find my traces of his existence. photos I have yet to discover. quotes in articles he never told me about. stories of his full heart that were left like keepsakes for us to find. I comb through each of his Instagram photos, re-reading his jokes and looking at the world through his eyes. and then I look up, and I'm in the world again. and I remember words like 'suicide' and 'loss' and that I have to continue to exist in that world. and everything seems a bit numb after that.

and then we begin again

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 24 Mar 2016 03:52:00 +0000

so this really interesting thing happened.

i moved home. ended a relationship. moved back in with my parents. started a crazy (and wonderful) new job.... and all of a sudden it was a year later. most literally.
something brought me back here. some force in the universe knew i needed to be back where i could write. whether it was a spiritual force, or my own internal workings, knowing truly what is best.
either way, i'm here. and that's exactly where i need to be.
my manager recently told me that i need to learn to forgive myself. i need to learn to let myself feel, and i need to learn to let myself take a punch - not to brace for it, and then pretend it never happened... but instead to absorb the hit, cry a bit, nurse my wounds, and then get back up with a scar that reminds me how tough i am (he didn't tell me so elaborately - i took some liberties there).
so turns out scars are like little flags we get to wave once we conquer the battle. and each little mountain we come across, we can dig that flag into the ground, fight the good fight, and pick our flag up and move on.
but listen. those battles hurt. they get dirty, and people don't fight fair, and things happen when you least expect it. they leave you crying, and doubting, and shameful and hurt. and at the end of the day, you wince everytime someone says 'remember that everything happens for a reason'. because we all know. and we all know in the end 'it will be ok' without needing a reminder from an optimistic commentator. BUT (and here's the 'but' that i was told for years to replace with 'and') that doesn't make the hurt, or the anger, or the frustration, or the shame, or the complete and wretched sadness stop in that moment. it gives a glimmer of light on the other end of the bridge, but you still have to cross that bridge. you don't get to miraculously fly across it.
(excuse my overindulgence in allegorical language).
and now, we're here. we're all here, in this one day, together. we all took different paths to get here, and there were many monsters, and gems along the way. and i'll start from that.

to a new beginning... with the rigidity and understanding of the scars from the journey.

otherwise known as 'winter in southwestern ontario'

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 23 Mar 2015 12:47:00 +0000

(it sounds so delightfully glamourous, no?). this is currently the one thing getting me through the tail end of winter.

(tips and illustration by yumi sakugawa)

30 days and 30 nights.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 14 Jan 2015 05:03:00 +0000

since jan 1st, i've been working through this 30 day minimalism challenge - brought to the internet by the wonderful website, into mind. i can't recall the exact manner by which i stumbled upon this gem of a thing, but i instantly made it my phone background (BOTH home screen AND lock screen - dedication, my friends), and committed to making it happen.
i've never ever ever been a minimalist. i have always loved things a bit busy. perhaps a result of my overactive mind, exercising it's right to bend in shapes unknown to the constraints of our extremely linear world. however, recently, i've seen what a streamlining of thoughts, things, and time can do for my brain - wonders, is the answer, for all you curious. and so, i committed to the VERY SLOW process of minimalism. slow, for me. i have a habit of committing to everything in the world, and dropping it suddenly within 3 weeks time - which, i suppose, makes me a pretty awesome 21st century human. it does not, however, create a sense of connection (or purpose, for that matter) in many things that i do.
so minimalism - if i am to do it true to me, and with intention - is something i can do step by step, little bit little, in manageable portions. like, for example, no tv all day. one day. THAT, i can do. if that leads to one less day a week, one less program a day, one less binge week a month, then for that, my life is in the upswings.
there's no better time to start than now. there is no late. there is no future. there is only today. join me.
(and, check out into mind for everything. it is a brilliant, thoughtful, explanatory, and overall compelling website that i adore totally).
here's a printable version, for those of you who are into that sort of thing.

elastic heart

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 04:51:00 +0000

it's no secret that i hope the music video never ever ever ever ever goes out of style. what a video can convey about the song, the lyrics, and the emotion relating to it all. i'm entirely in love with sia's music, and more recently, her video for elastic heart - as though chandelier wasn't enough. i can't get enough. i've literally been watching non stop since they were released. impressed by maddie, and mostly already in love with shia - probably one of the best actors for abstract music videos of all time. i'd love to hear actors who rival. for your viewing pleasure (if you live under a rock, and have not yet seen them).

days off with real simple (i'm a middle aged house wife).

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 07 Jan 2015 00:32:00 +0000

days off mean ACTUALLY focusing on things that i have let slide - baking, working on blog entries, and RELAXING (my stress levels in the past month have reached a peak and i haven't slept in almost a week).
expect things coming! not big things. just..... things. AND GOOD BAKING.

8 ways to rock 2015.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 06 Jan 2015 00:24:00 +0000

here to share my tips for living the best life in the world because i am an expert because my life is the best and i only have fun.
1. STOP READING LISTS ONLINE FROM PEOPLE WHO ARE NO BETTER OR WORSE THAN YOU.
2-8. [fill in your own love and adventure and things that make you smile, here]

(LOOK at all the fun I have!! don't you want to have this much fun!! just follow my 8 steps - years of schooling went into creating them!! you can have fun and adventure and love too!!)

new year. new pictionary game.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 02 Jan 2015 00:40:00 +0000

happy new year. from poor photography and middle aged people my parents are friends with. (and jeff!).

what the holiday brings (alternative title: things i did this holiday; why my stress levels are high)

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 29 Dec 2014 01:23:00 +0000

holidays are awesome. and this is why.....
raptors games with dad; commitments to myself at work; cheers for pod partner successes; snow storms for the first time back in the place that makes me feel whole; tiny christmas trees at grandma's house; ghost stories from grandma; christmas decorating with tiny cars (seriously - my grandma is the best woman alive); the cottage.... never stops looking amazing; my parents like fireball - so, there's that; ring toss games for FUN - for the little ones... i mean; quick trips to denver, and hotel rooms that make me feel pampered; plane trips that make the US look beautiful; snowy walks in ellicottville; attempting to get photos of three of my favourite nuggets - with 1 breakdown, 1 disinterest, and 1 misunderstanding - when you have a phone, what else matters??
but seriously. the holidays are amazing. ALL OF THE THINGS.
(i know, i know. that saying is done. i'll stop using it in 2015).

portlandia (no copyright infringement intended)

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 20 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

despite the fact that everyone i'd ever spoke to about portland, said i would love it, it took me over 30 years to get there (i'll relinquish control over the first 18 years, and blame my parents for that neglect). two friends and i woke up WAYYYYY too early (anything before 8am is too early) and drove down to get as much into a short visit as possible.
portland comes across as a seemingly lackadaisical community of 'hipsters' - and yet, it does itself well in the manner of nurturing the artistic realm. small shops of locally made product, restaurants of incredibly high caliber without the pretentious air of those in other cities - and BOOKS. oh the books. between the coffee culture of seattle, the rain of vancouver, and the lovely people (minus that one guy in that weird shop who was a complete jerk), i was totally impressed. definitely worth another visit.

in the meantime, there was victoria

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 04 Dec 2014 07:52:00 +0000

destination two of my whirlwind was victoria. having never been, i was pleasantly surprised by its distinguished identity - i anticipated it would be nearly identical to vancouver. what i was confronted with was a wonderful and unique community which embraced a small town mentality, while demonstrating characteristics of a large city.
it may have helped to spend time with a great friend while there, but in addition, i had a chance to just be - my favourite way to vacation. drink coffee, browse in shops, read books and wake up late in comfortable beds. THAT'S what vacation is about.
victoria stole my heart, and reminded me of the art of long and great conversation.

"You were a number, you weren’t a name; I wasnt Jim Quillen. Hell, I was Number 586 and nobody wanted that."

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 06:26:00 +0000

most who know me know my strange fascination with prison, crime, and psychology.... so the moment i had an opportunity to visit the infamous alcatraz, i was in (my version of) heaven. a bizarre home for history and crime, it was a haunting moment in history. and yet, so beautiful. plants growing amongst the architecture; concrete standing in stark contrast to the sky and water surrounding. it was truly beautiful, what memories it held.

a moment in history i hope the country never lets go. stories of hope and retraint.

frozen things

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 01 Dec 2014 07:16:00 +0000

freezing foods is my jam. or, should i saw, i let a lot of food go nearly rotten in my fridge. so, my favourite form of food rehabilitation is the frozen route.i spent a lot of time (and money. and food) in university, throwing things in a bag, and letting it sit in a giant lump in my freezer... before finally acknowledging i couldn't break it apart - and subsequently throwing my 8lb bag of frozen strawberries in the garbage.

when i found this SUPER easy, and almost ridiculous tip (i can't believe it took internet research to find), my life was instantly changed. no more wasting money! no more $12 bags of fruit for smoothies! no more rushing out to buy veggies for stirfry! life = changed.

i'd like to call this a recipe, but it's literally 3 steps:

1. wash fruit or veggies (this isn't even really a step, but let's just pretend - makes me sound like i'm more complex and needed).

2. lay fruits/veggies on flat surface to put in freezer. I'm lucky - i have a freezer that has drawers. i say lucky, because you try chasing frozen blueberries all over a freezer that doesn't have drawers. essentially, you want to cut/break up the fruits/veggies into the size pieces you will want to use. for example, frozen peppers: cut into strips if you know you'll use in stir fry. leave strawberries whole if you think you'll blend them mostly. figure out what you'll use them for, and then prepare appropriately.

3. freeze overnight. once frozen, scoop into a ziploc. remove air, and lock up until use.

bam. you have dreamy frozen fruits and veggies to use in your beautiful recipes.

recently, while grocery shopping with my sister, i bought a bag of yellow and orange peppers for $1. i'm talking 12 peppers, so ripe it was dangerous, for A DOLLAR. i knew i couldn't eat them in time, so i sliced them lengthwise, and laid them out (in my usual way), and froze them before adding to a large ziploc. stirfry, beware. i got peppers galore. come over for dinner - you'll see my moves.

napa came first.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 06:45:00 +0000

for a week in november, i jumped on a plane and met my parents in napa. an adventure of wine, rolling hills, education on earthquakes and drought, and many many laughs over my lack of luggage, ensued (seriously - i have a terrible set of luggage, considering i never check bags). (i need carry on luggage).
california - and more specifically napa - has it figured out in some ways. the weather, their love of culture (and wine - OH THE WINE), and their appreciation of simple, wonderful, classic things.
and then, in other ways, i can't figure it out - housing prices, it's lack of available living spaces, and its separation between rich and those who live within millimeters of the poverty line. there's something within me that pains with acknowledgment of the disparity that exists in places so close to me. the visible and shocking way in which those who have, live directly alongside those who do not.
the plain reminder was sometimes a bit much. without the ability to help. do anything, really.
i should say, napa was beautiful - their landscape is unbelievable, and despite drought, it's golden hues were dream like.
and, of course, any small moments with my parents, are enough to calm a mind that is stressed.
that, i needed.

a strange tale from down by the river

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 25 Nov 2014 06:20:00 +0000

"if there was something to worry about, it was that an important piece was missing from my life. even though i would literally throw myself into things, i was eternally skimming the surface, never truly hearing or seeing the substance. all along, i'd look for surface beauty to hide the emptiness. but perhaps that's what hobbies are for, in the final analysis."

lizard: a strange tale from down by the river, banana yoshimoto

popped rice

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 24 Nov 2014 06:34:00 +0000

after almost 2 years of dealing with my body revolting against anything and everything, i finally found a naturopath who fit my needs - and who would do food testing for me. turns out, one of my FAVE snacks in the world (stove top popcorn) was essentially torturing me from the inside out (lots of crying and whining insued).
after much reaching out, someone suggested popping rice. like, popcorn. like, i can have rice, in popcorn form. life - HEAVEN. though white rice was a no go, brown and wild are ok, so i did some searching and found that i could, indeed, pop rice. so, i gave it a whirl.
starting with this recipe, i used my own supplies, and lo and behold, i have a new, crunchy, salty snack. dream. world.

popped rice
ingredients:
1/2 teaspoon of butter or coconut oil
1/2 cup wild rice

need:
saucepan with lid
stove (obvs)

heat up saucepan on high heat. when hot, add oil or butter. allow to melt, and then add the rice. shake to coat rice in oil, and then cover the pot. when you hear the first piece of rice pop, turn heat down to medium, and shake pot vigorously. like popcorn, you will hear the rice begin to pop (much more quietly). as rice begins to slow, continue to shake until you hear only a few pops per second. after this point, rice will burn easily, so listen carefully. once finished, pour into a bowl, sprinkle some salt or seasoning (as desired), and enjoy!

a quick update while in wait

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 19 Nov 2014 09:55:00 +0000

just arrived home from another trip... and have lots to share! until then, you can find me sharing my adventures on instagram..... @jatshea