Richard H Jamison, Hero to Many


Being Memorial Day, I would have thought of you more often today Dad.  I wish I had thanked you for your service in Korea while you were here with us. I’m disappointed in the 35 yrs I had with you that I never thought of it.  I’m sure as a young man traveling to a country, foreign and different from your beloved Maine was more of a challenge than I ever realized.  Thank you for serving your country Dad.  How admirable.  But everything you did was admirable.


I learned later in life the young boy on your lap was an orphan you wanted to adopt. To think I might have an older brother-by-choice but don’t, saddens me. Life doesn’t always play fair.  I wonder who he is, where he is and what his name is.  I’m sure you never stopped thinking of him when you returned to the states.   And judging by the way your arms are wrapped around his legs, I know you loved him.  I hope my arrival helped heal your heart.  How thoughtful.  But everything you did was thoughtful.


I also would have thought of you today Dad because it was yours and Mom’s 48th Anniversary.  I’m sorry you shared only 37.  You know she still holds you in her heart.  You were such a great man. You and Mom sure did love to dance and that’s how I remember you together. Your dedication to one another conveyed a great example.  How loving. But everything you did was loving.


Alas, the #1 reason I would have thought of you today Dad is because you would have been 80 years old on this day and I miss you immensely.

Happy Birthday Richard Hill Jamison!  Fly high and enjoy!

Thank you for believing in me.  You taught me to be independent, to listen to my own thoughts and not follow the crowd, to stand up for myself, to have confidence in my own abilities and most of all, to enjoy life.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart:

for a magical childhood, filled with activities and adventures.

for saying yes every single year for me to continue dance classes.

for allowing me to travel to NYC at 13 with a mentor.  

for sitting through every recital I was ever in.

for always having  a great sense of humor.

for camps, boats, ski-doos, countless hours of waterskiing, treks to the hill for snow skiing, minibikes, Winnebego travels and lots of fun times together with Mom and Karleen.

for teaching me to drive a stick at 12.  

for allowing me to fly your plane.  

for a wedding 32 years ago that was a dream.

for helping Craig, Jeremy, Sachi, Shelbi, Hans, Alani and me buy our 1st home in the Keys.  Dolphin Drive holds such sweets memories for all of us.  We have you to thank.  I wish Hans and Alani could have known you in this lifetime. You were a Dad to be proud of, a grandfather to die for.

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my Dad.

Until we meet again, I love you.



3 Simple Little Words

Eat to Live
Live to Eat
To Live, Eat
To Eat, Live

Same words, but completely different meanings when arranged in varying ways.

To live, eat. We all have to.

To eat, live. This arrangement is harmless. Eating and enjoying life, a beautiful pairing.

This next arrangement of these three simple little words is dangerous:

Live to Eat.  Foods taste great, but this type thinking gets people into serious trouble with their bodies.

By changing the order and importance of these three simple little words, our brain has the ability to change the way it views food.   Seeing words in print can have an effect on your brain, as well as hearing your own voice.  Your brain knows 5-10 seconds ahead of what we are conscious of…tap into that.  Try the mantra approach.  If you happen to live to eat more than eat to live and are looking for a change. Try saying “Eat to Live” a few times every day. You’ll alter the way your brain thinks of food. And with that alteration comes many positive changes.

My philosophy is below.

Eat to Live.
I try to be a conscious eater.
I try to not eat beyond that first feeling of fullness.
I try to be thankful for my food and realize not all are as fortunate.
I try to eat simply so that others may simply eat.
I try to choose foods that have as few negative effects on our earth as possible. (Organic and Sustainable)
I try to choose foods that are local. (I need to work harder at this, so I made a list of farmer’s markets within 30 miles.)
I try to choose foods that give life, instead of one’s that take life. (Double meaning here)
I try to grab foods that fit perfectly in my hand and are ready to eat when on the go. (Fruit for perfect energy)
I try to use ingredients that are pure, organic and always animal friendly.
Another benefit, others beings don’t die because of what I choose and my choices are easy on the earth.  All of these little choices garner a huge reward…a happy, healthy, vibrant life.Image

Switched at Birth


This morning on FB, I came across a post that stated 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents every day!  I think those numbers are completely unacceptable.   Sure I can understand once and a while…we are only human, we do make mistakes, but 12 EVERY DAY?  That borders on insanity, incompetence or those wishing to play God.

My Mother in Law had her child switched at birth…back in the 60’s right here in Maine, Augusta for that matter.  For 11.5 years, all of Melanie’s life she never questioned it, but always wondered why something seemed amiss in her heart.  Her thoughts on it later in life were a swap of convenience and perhaps looking out for the child born with spina bifida, since the family she was born to was poor and my Father in Law was making his way up the ranks at Kennebec Savings Bank with full coverage medical insurance.  Melanie was paralyzed from the waist down and my Mother in Law took care of her every second during those years.

My husband’s younger sister Celeste became a lab technician at Kennebec Valley Hospital in the late 70’s.  As life would have it happen, and through many conversations it turned out her supervisor was the head nurse at the births of Nannie Buttercup (my MIL) and this other woman who’d given birth to a baby with spina bifida. She told Celeste she would see what evidence she could find.  Things seemed to be progressing along, with names, addresses and some paperwork.  But shortly after the questions were posed this woman was let go from her job, paperwork disappeared and the hospital refused to ever answer any questions from thereafter.

Two weeks before my husband’s HS graduation, complications in her health caused Melanie to pass away, in the arms of her mother – biological or not did not matter.

A few years passed and we moved from Maine to the Keys, with Celeste also moving down as well. Only there a couple of months, waiting for us to arrive just before her 26th birthday she was hit by a drunk driver.  Nannie Buttercup was crushed.  Her joys in life, two times had been cruelly taken from her.

With Melanie and Celeste gone, Nannie really wanted some answers. She had DNA testing done, as she’d kept some of Melanie’s hair and sure enough they were not biologically the same.  So we went with the name and address info she’d kept and one summer on our visit from the Keys to Maine my husband and myself parked ourselves outside this tracked down woman’s apartment.  Waited a few hours and sure enough she came out.  We were completely aghast.  We were looking at a definite sister of my husband.  She was a mixture of my husband and his oldest sister, with lips that could have not been any other than a Cote’s.  Oh, and her 8 yr old son could have been a twin to our oldest son Jeremy.  It was weird and exciting and sad all in one moment.

Nannie contacted her, but the young woman was not interested in pursuing the possibilities.  Her mom had died when she was a young girl and she didn’t want to do anything to upset her father as his health was waning.

Nannie Buttercup died in 2011 never knowing the daughter rightfully hers, but couldn’t wait to once again see the daughters who’d left this life before her.  They say a parent is never supposed to outlive their children.  Knowing how my heart feels at the mere thought of ever losing one of my children and watching the beautiful soul of Nannie suffer so much when Celeste was killed, I know that statement could not be more true.  I’m sure both girls were waiting to greet this amazing woman when she left this life on earth into the realm they now occupied.  It was a beautiful reunion no doubt.

And I’m also sure, when the “other sister” leaves this world, Nannie Buttercup will be there to greet the daughter she carried for nine months and saw only once in the life here on earth.  It will be another beautiful reunion.

I wonder how many :(

This past winter I had a special opportunity to help someone.  Someone special to my heart.  Her family had been in involved with my dance studio and knew a little about me, my practices and beliefs (being Sagittarius I’m quite vocal on certain issues) as well as my intense belief that a mostly raw whole plant based way of eating gives us our most perfect health.  Thanks to facebook they knew this of me, as well as of my energy healings.  I’m not sure why the mom thought of me, but I’m thankful I popped into her head when she was searching her soul for some answers.

The message arrived via a FB message on a Friday morning.  The mom was simply beside herself.  She didn’t know what to do, who to turn to, who to talk to.  But as she shared the story with me it was clear she thought mainstream medicine knew exactly what they were talking about, being backed by science and all.  The diagnosis was a done deal, especially since there had been a relative who’d been diagnosed as a paranoid delusional/schizophrenic years before.  She asked if I would please go visit her teenage daughter 2 hours away.  She knew her daughter thought a lot of me and was hopeful I could somehow help.

For the past two years maybe longer in retrospect, this intelligent young woman who outwardly appeared healthy and strong was struggling with some serious health issues I found out. To the point where emergency room visits every few weeks were happening ~ looking for answers, hoping somebody or some treatment could give her relief.  Drugs and ointments were prescribed for the insomnia, mind fog, skin eruptions, aching joints, severe mood swings and fluish feelings that had become constant.  Friends and roommates thought she was delirious or on drugs.  According to mom, they’d had to rescue her from herself.  They took the keys to her car and made her to come home from college.  They then had her diagnosed by yet more mainstream doctors…Paranoid Delusional/Schizophrenic/Bi-Polar. More drugs were assigned.   Her mom explained that things reached a breaking point during the holidays.  A call to 911 was necessary as the daughter had lost it and was a victim of this horrible mental illness, words used in desperation to describe to me what had happened.

Backtrack please.  In 2000 I discovered a book by Hanna Kroeger.  My interest was peaked when I started reading about Candida Albicans.  Candida was the culprit I’d been looking for regarding my beloved husband’s struggle with depression and anxiety. It is greatly antagonized by tetracycline which he’d taken as a teenager for acne.  Candida is the cause for a great many conditions or ailments, including poor mental health and even suicides.  Over the years, he had tried different prescription drugs, chelation of heavy metals from the body, became sober, performed a 3 week distilled water fast with Dr Douglas Graham and we completely overhauled our diets in 1990.   Transitioning from SAD to mostly raw whole plant based helped everything tremendously, but the depression and anxiety still crept in when he was stressed.

Since 1990, I’d read hundreds of books/articles/publications/research papers on food/health/environment/climate. Being a dancer, I’d always been conscious of my foods and their particular affect on my body.  As a mom, I became very aware of how different foods affected our children. Watching our children react to foods we’d allow for “treats” on occasion only confirmed that sugar was indeed a drug and had adverse effects on small children’s behavior and dispositions.

In Hanna Kroger’s book, “God helps those that help themselves” she stated 50% of people in mental institutions acutely suffer from fungus overgrowth…candida albicans… 50% of those institutionalized are due to consumption of white flour and white sugar?  All because of an unhealthy balance of bad bacteria in the gut flora?

Long story short.  I visited on Saturday.  Heard another side to the story.  She felt she’d been kidnapped from school.  I offered to bring her to our house for a week or two and feed her whole fresh organic fruits and veggies – juicing, whole food shakes, fruit and veggies galore for snacking and dinners.  She thought it sounded like a great idea.  Her alternatives were not very promising as her parents were understandably wary of having her in their homes and she had no place to go.  She was also relieved when I asked if she knew of Morgellon’s Disease?  She did.  Nobody in the hospitals had believed her, said they’d never heard of it, and it was all in her head. She had her lawyer speak with me to see if indeed I had made such an offer.  Both the lawyer and the head doctor thought it was a great idea to start with clean foods.  I confirmed I had indeed made the offer and picked her up on Tuesday.  Had I not, on Wednesday she was scheduled to be transferred to Bangor Mental Health Institute.

I wonder how many patients in Mental Health Institutions have very treatable Candida Albicans.  Imagine healed by diet with the elimination of sugar and flour, both needless culprits in today’s foods.  Could this be causing people to have to be in mental health institutes?

I wonder how many 😦

By the way, the girl who came to stay is getting better.  She has changed her foods, added supplements which her chiropractor/Lyme Disease specialist recommended and is doing better.  And Morgellon’s – well, that’s a condition where non-organic/synthetic fibers come out through the skin, especially when the body is compromised in health and or the immune system is under stress.  (Songstress Joni Mitchell suffers from this as well.  The condition is linked to GMO’d foods/synthetics in our lives.)   It can be a side effect of Lyme’s Disease, which she was tested positive for and has been much helped by a raw plant based diet, with green juices and lots of whole food smoothies.


Opposite Sands of the Atlantic

Opposite Sands of the Atlantic

My oldest daughter Sachi in Costa Brava, Spain strikes a similar pose done by yours truly during sunrise at Reid State Park, Maine 30 years earlier.

Similar, but different. Like every day life.
Similar to the last, but different from all others.
Life changes. Beaches Change. Situations Change. Scenery changes.
But throughout it all, one thing remains constant and that is LOVE.
Cultivate Love in Our Lives.
Love for all others.
Love for ourselves.
Love for all beings on our planet…
Love for the plants that nourish our bodies and breathe for the earth.
Eat plants, they’re pure and clean, a good life style choice.
Live Pure. Live Love.
Elevate life to happiness.
In every changing moment, make the right choice.
Happiness follows right choices.

The sands on the beach are ever changing.
Years pass.
Love never dies.
It lives on for eternity…just like our soul/spirit/essence.
Live by Love.

Thanks for putting these photos together Sachi.

Choice of Timing

Moon over Jellison Cove

As I begin this journey of blogging, I really should look at why in the world I would take on one more task in my life?  I mean, am I nuts? I have so many irons in the fire, why would I do this to myself?  I’ve had a blog acct set up since 2009 on blogger and never written a word! Maybe I’m just not cut out for this…but then something changed and my little non-active blog secret took on a joyous tone.

Thank you Carla Golden for introducing me to Wendy Simard – Wendy’s Blog Challenge gave me reason to think more intently on “doing this now.”  I decided to challenge myself to one post a week.  Trying to be realistic considering that first post took me about three years of adjustments and is actually the foreword in a book I’ve been working on.  Today I’m feeling pretty pumped this post only took a couple of days!  LOL  I’ve decided the timing wasn’t right to open a chapter of blogging and could beat myself up and say I procrastinated for 5 years….or choose to think the Universe/God/Divine Vibration/Higher Power brings into my life exactly what I need exactly when I need it.  Hopefully I always appreciate said Universe’s choice of timing. 😉

They say if you have a gift, share it.  I write better than I speak so here we go.  I’ll try to keep it light, informative and colorful!  (Thanks Baylie for that incentive.) Wisdom, insights, truth and the beauty of life….yup that’s what I’ll be sharing.  So thanks for journeying with me.

Before you comment or commit, you might like to know a little about me, KAJC.

A wife of 32 years and mom to 5 grown-up kids from 22 yr old twins to 31 – 3 girls, 2 boys.  Life blessed us with glorious children.  And we are certain one of the reasons they were/are so glorious is from 8 years in they were fed without white sugar, white flour or anything with a face – in other words, plant-based, lots of raw, vegan way of eating…..95% of the time.  Sometimes we’d veer back into our old ways, but it would prove without a doubt our way of eating enhanced everything in our lives, except lunchtime at school when the other kids thought cabbage, p’nut butter raisin rolls looked funny! We made the change back in 1990 and have not looked back.  Now we actually get to revel in great and way above average health.  We took the nourish the child route with whole plant foods and let their bodies grow their own defenses.  It worked beautifully I’m happy to share.  Life has also blessed us with a 10 yr old grandson and 3 yr old granddaughter (who scored a 10 on her Apgar when born, to me another indication clean eating helps us thrive.)

My whole life has revolved around dance.  I’ve danced for more than 1/2 a century. For the past 40 years taught tap, lyrical ballet and jazz, owning studios from Key West to Bar Harbor with over 2000 kids who have graced my life due to dance.  I’m very thankful.  My husband, Craig built or remodeled 9 different spaces into beautiful sanctuaries of dance where I spent my career.  And now our middle daughter Shelbi has taken over the business of the business and I get to just teach and choreograph.  Its is a beautiful life.

When not teaching, these are the passions I pursue
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Be on the watch for a children’s book coming this summer about Two Kitties at Two Cats / a cool Bar Harbor breakfast spot.

Thanks so much for reading.  I want the world to be a better place for my Heaven and my Hero.  I know, who has grandchildren named Heaven and Hero?  LOL  It is my hope to help bring light, love and insight to the world while envisioning a loving, understanding, sharing, caring world that will come to fruition as we all work on it.  Thank you for helping.

Blessed with the power to believe

Blessed with the Power to Believe…

Gullible? Hmm…Yes. Naïve, trusting, accepting? Definitely.

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Anyone who’s known me throughout time would likely attest to the fact that I pretty much believe anything … and due to that have often been the recipient of the exclaimed “oh you are so gullible” phrase.  Yes, I usually catch the added attitude in the squinted eye that chuckles at my expense for having blond hair. Oh, well, not a big deal.

From the first time my Dad answered one of my questions with “I’ll give you the answer if you can tell me why the sky is blue.” “What do you mean Dad?” And then his reply “Tell me why the grass is green.” “What?” I’d ask. His answer: “It just is, Kathie. It’s just how it is.” It kind of became our adage through-out the years when I’d look to him for advice. His good humor, quick wit and ready smile always delivered just the right words. Sure as anything, if the answer was obvious and I hadn’t figured it out on my own, the look would be one I’d seen before.  His advice: the sooner you learn to accept what doesn‘t always make sense to you, the easier life becomes and the smoother the flow.” Of course I knew there are scientific reasons why the sky is blue and the grass is green but he instilled in me at a very young age, the power of belief.

I remember being puzzled by his response those first few times and the moment always sent my mind questioning my question, but I finally began appreciating what he meant. ‘It’s just how it is.’ So, at an impressionable age I figured ‘if it is’ then ‘it is’ and I should believe – period, and not worry about the if in any manner or context. Then there were those answers which finished with “God will help take care of events in your life if you ask. Believe in a good outcome.”  I learned to work for and believe in whatever I was striving towards. Because it is as much of a certainty as it is a doubt. That theory prepared me to decide life’s questions and always chose the half full conjecture. Why? Because someone special in my life envisaged the outcome of affirmative belief.

Dad taught me the limits of believe it when you see it and encouraged me to expand and see it because I believed. He understood how possibilities are always in existence. They just need, as he’d fondly say “a good swift kick,” implicating action was the answer to getting it done. He was quick with his retorts and could deliver a lash of the tongue if one stepped out of line or delivered below par drivel. He encouraged thinking before speaking and taught by example.

“Any and each thought” begins somewhere, flowing toward the possibility of nurturing itself into reality. As I began exploring metaphysics, I questioned myself and asked, “Why not believe in the unknown as well as known realities?”  It finally made sense.