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Adventure: the Radical Force of Quiet

It was my birthday this past week.  It was lovely, I really look forward to even number years, not sure what that is about.

My sweet boyfriend woke me up early in the morning to surprise me with my favorite fresh-baked muffins and a red and white bag on the table awaiting my aggressive present-opening style.  I looked at the muffins and the present, half awake and went for the bag.  As I tore open the gift, I saw what was inside was much, much more than he knew he was giving me.  For in that bag with red tissue and the word, love written all over it was the gift of quiet.

What?  How did he wrap that up?  How did he know?

Well, in actuality, the gift is a year membership to a Holistic Spa in Santa Monica (I know, he is a total keeper).  There are togas to wear with those weird spa sandals, three different and very awesome infrared saunas, a clothing optional (super hippie) jacuzzi with a nearby sweet-smelling eucalyptus steamroom …  It is a dream really.  But the common denominator in all these rooms and fun amenities is the all too demanding and utmost radical force of quiet.

I walked in this past week for my first visit and fell instantly in love with the aforementioned details.  They had that spa music playing on low volume in the background and all these fresh-faced estheticians walking around.  The loudest sound I heard while I was there was me, and it was my heart beating or I was chomping on an apple.  I literally felt the tight yarn ball that is my body begin to unwind for each moment I sat in the sauna rooms.  My shoulders began to peel layers of some non-existant heavy weight, my back opened with deep breath and my legs literally went to JELL-O.  I almost cried.  Okay fine, I did cry with the utmost gratitude for this moment, for my boyfriend with a gift that just keeps on giving, and for the ability to say to myself, “wow, you really needed this and yes, you deserve it”.

It is a true gift, quiet.  I am literally on the phone all day, or on my scooter riding somewhere, or talking to someone or anyone at the coffee shop about an outfit, their shoes, yoga or the weather….there is actually little quiet in my life.  And mind you, I do love my life that way.  I love energy, people in motion, life in action.  I love aggressive people setting goals, drinking coffee and living it up!

However, I also see the need for the yin to that yang.   To truly be available and vibrating on that high level daily – you have to, have to, have to refuel and take that time for you.  Perhaps, in quiet.

And for those moments that I get to visit the spa – I am quiet.  I am calm.  And, I am so thankful.

Take time for quiet.  Be it in your meditation, your holistic spa which very well could be your bath tub, on your yoga mat or on the ocean waves – try on quiet and feel the unwind.


Quiet fit in there?



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Project Inspiration: my Mother, Marti Carr

As I dig deep and look into who I really am, I look into who I invest my time with and how they have moved me in what I have called Project Inspiration.

I wanted to take this time to tell you how my mother, Marti Carr has inspired me and been a part of my life evolution. You probably have one of these: the do-everything-talk-through-anything-ridiculously-good-looking-super-woman-best-friend-rockstar of a Mom. Let’s compare notes.

Dear Mom,

You are the beginning. There for the first breath, to the first step, my first dance recital and as my PE teacher, from boyfriends to the mother/daughter talks to friendship.

You’re my hero, Mom.

What I wanted to let you know is that who you are, has and continues to shape who I am every day.

You love what you do and you do it damn well. You are a great teacher. And you are a teacher not only to your students, but your friends and family, as well. You teach from your heart, you teach for greatness and you are ones of this life’s greatest leaders. The passion you have inspires me to live a passionate life in all domains, even when it is not easy.

Mom, you cry at everything. Absolutely everything. Your tear ducts are on overload and it is a beautiful thing. Some people see crying as a weakness, relate it to pain or sadness. I look at your tears and see you feeling life. Allowing life, people, love and conversation to move you to an emotional state, and it is so empowering. I used to be naively proud of ‘never crying’ because I am so ‘macho’ or ‘hardcore’. Lame. Now I look to feel, be and have more moments in life that rock my emotions. Thank you for being open and feeling the World around you; it inspires me to do the same.

My life evolution has been so interesting, as I am sure most can relate when their relationship with their parents begins to shift to a radical friendship. I recall watching you teaching when I was young as one of your many students during Lap Day standing for kids’ health, watching you at 6am when we used to work out together before school and we were quite the mother/daughter duo, and watching us now in conversation for possibilities at the kitchen island in our home. You are there for it all, you are my Mother, my teacher, my hero, my friend. The ability to shift and transform in relationship is one that takes patience, listening and kindness. Noted and you are appreciated to the infinite.

I am in love with your relationship with Dad. Quite the pair, I am grateful for the life I have, the family you both built and foundation you have paved for me. You both hold hands, kiss in public and smile at one another. I hope that Chris and I are as much in love as you and Dad are 28 years later.

And finally, Mom, I love you. As I sit here thinking of my final note to type out – I cannot put words together. Tears scurry down my face behind my horn-rimmed thick glasses, my heart beats a beat faster and I sit here in such gratitude and amazing peace for a mom, a family and a life that moves me to tears. I am you, crying over something I cannot explain. And that is beautiful. Thank you.

Thank you for giving me life and loving me, Mom. I am inspired every single day by you, your work for possibility and greatness, your stand for your family and your ability to shift and cry over the unexplained in this beautiful life that Mom built. You are my mother, my teacher, my hero, and my friend and I am forever grateful for you.

As you continue to rock in this life, keep being who you are. And I promise that I will do the same.

Your Inspired Daughter,
Jacki Carr


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