Faena Hotel, Buenos Aires, Argentina

I highly recommend waking up in Buenos Aires on your birthday with your long distance beau. That’s exactly what I did this February. Southern Hemisphere sunshine and sexy night skies flooded our hours, amidst aimless city walks and tango dancing. Buenos Aires held my heart in its hand and it is a place I will return to again and again. We stayed at Alan Faena’s sophisticated, adept, red and white glamour of a hotel, FAENA. A pool scene fit for royalty, a spa and hammam to melt away the rest of the universe, the best tango show in town, and El Mercado to feed your every desire, Faena Hotel Buenos Aires is a wonderland worth never leaving.

 

Love Is My Religion

Love is my religion,
Love is my religion,
Love is my religion
I’ll take you to the temple tonight
All my days I’ve been searching,
To find out what this life is worth
Through the books and bibles of time
I’ve made up my mind
I don’t condemn, I don’t convert,
This is a calling have you heard
Bring all the lovers to the fold,
‘Cause no one is gonna lose their soul
Love is my religion,
Love is my religion,
Love is my religion
Hey you can take it or leave it,
And you don’t have to believe it
I don’t want to fight,
Hey let’s go fly a kite
There’s nothing that we can’t cure,
And I’ll keep you in my arms for sure
So don’t let nobody stop us,
Free spirits have to soar
With you I share the gift,
The gift that we now know oh oh oh
Love is my religion,
Love is my religion,
Love

Music via Ziggy Marley

February

February is my birthday month. In a beautiful way, I hold nostalgia for it yet entirely look toward a future I have not yet met. We all, quite simply, have so many layers – components – experiences to us and of which make up who we are. Much like you, I have a myriad of practices to grow my existence. Some have been with me my entire life and some are only a few weeks birthed. In honor of the new, short and sweet February, I give you fun cosmic guidance. What if and why not!

The language of astrology represented above is translated in this eccentric, transformative and full of insight chat with Kaypacha.

If you’re seeking more, I recommend checking out Mystic Mamma, Strong Eye Astrology and the gal who led me to Kaypacha, Erin Telford. Happy February!

Image Credit via Pele Report

JBD LOVE | LANG LEAV

Hello, JBD’ers. The first week of this new year I read a horoscope that referenced life as a dance. One in which we make an art of letting go and grasping and letting go again, similar to the catch and twirl and sway of dancers releasing and coming together in time. It reminded me of all of the good notions which flutter through my daily life. Some left in the wind and some held close to my heart. And so here we are, a monthly post of JBD LOVE, dedicated to the small, large and in between discoveries which feel worthy of your love, too.

The Universe of Us is a book which offers a symphony of words to guide its reader through the light as well as over the dark side of a moon. A collection of poems, all written by the seemingly angelic Lang Leav. The 219 pages flew through my heart, more than half earmarked and read aloud. To me, Lang’s poetry is a crystal clear blue lake nestled against a meadow full of wildflowers on a sunbeam day.  Here is her postcard…

A POSTCARD

To the man I love, to my future.

The first time I felt your presence, I began joining the dots in the sky, wondering when our stars would align.

I often think of where you are and if you’re happy. Are you in love? I hope she is gentle. I know you and I are the same in that way—we bruise a little more easily than most. You see, our souls were made in the same breath.

I know I’m running late—I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

Until then, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same. One day I will learn your name, and I will write it somewhere on this page. And we will realize that we have known each other all along.

[Poem by Lang Leav / Horoscope by Holiday Mathis / Image Credit by unknown artist ]

Breathing Dreams Like Air

eyeYou cultivate your power. I’m referencing power as a source within you, the flame or light which makes you who you are, now and into the future. Sometimes you procrastinate (the beginning of this post was in my saved drafts from September 29!) or sometimes you doubt yourself or sometimes you feel unworthy. Sit still. Trust yourself. Forgive. Let the light in. Trust again.

I travel often, as documented here. The past 25ish days were full blown life is happening if you blink you’ll miss it. Today I chilled out in my acupuncturist’s office for a bit of revive and reset meditation. And, whoah, a flux of visions flew faster than the speed of a shooting star. I couldn’t stop babbling about them to my acupuncturist and fellow healers. The sheer amount of symbols solidified my empath/weird factor one last 2016-time, and more significantly, offered me crown chakra connection. All of us have the ability to delete procrastination, doubt and unworthiness. We can take moments to fully root ourselves and liberate the spirit. What you do or how you do it may be different from me or the next gal, but doing it is worth the clear path into a free new year. Cheers my dears.

Image via this link.

Let Your Heart Be Light

It is with great sincerity and slight personal shock when I say I am homesick for Brooklyn. Twenty-three months since I moved back to the spectacular City of Angels and I can’t help but admit I am missing me some NYC. Brooklyn brought me back to life after a heart-breakdown and now (oh, the irony!) Brooklyn will forever be the hometown hero of a light in my heart at the holidays. No matter your coast or continent, have yourself a merry little month of Christmas, kids. xx, JBD.

nyc-christmas bk bridge
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight, my Lord
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas right now
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, have yourself a merry Christmas now
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Ooh, here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends

And: for fun, check out this Suspended Forest of some Brooklyn trees.

Supermoon | Super You

moon JBDOra Nadrich was featured in a recent issue of LA Yoga Magazine. She shared a meditation to clear the mind for pure thoughts. I liked it when I read it, so much so I clipped it out to reference again. I share her words now in honor of living it all…the emotions, the adventures, the beautiful mess that is the banquet of life.

1. Close your eyes.

2. Take a few deep breaths in and out.

3. Ask yourself inwardly, “Who is thinking?”

4. Say inwardly, “I am.”

5. Ask yourself inwardly, “What do I want to create?”

6. Ask yourself inwardly, “What do I want to manifest?”

7. Say inwardly, “I am the creator.”

8. Say inwardly, “I am the master.”

9. Say inwardly, “I am ready to manifest my reality with clear intentions.”

Message via LA Yoga Magazine and image via Yoganonymous.

 

New Moon Reminder

stopoverthinkingeverything-6“I am in the exact perfect place.” This beautiful mantra is in a post by one of my favorite guides. It came today as I reflected on a magic filled, lesson filled, whirlwind of a spectacular week. I am reminded there are no coincidences. I am reminded we are all exactly where we are supposed to be. Good or bad, this is life unfolding. Be there.

Image via this website.