If I Forget What This Feels Like

If I Forget What This Feels Like


If I forget what this feels like

like I’m feeling too old

take a whiff or a sniff

or a hop and a skip

into Rosemary for a real good stroll


If I forget what this feels like

like I can’t imagine the sun

give my eyes a little shut

or flip over the rut

shine beams from my heart

a heart full of gold


If I forget what this feels like

like I can’t catch my breath

smell bunches of roses and cinnamon cloves

and laugh with the best


If I forget what this feels like

like it never really happened

give out hugs and so much love

to the ones who give it all

like those high above doves

(jbd thoughts from an october afternoon in florianopolis, brazil)

Autumn Coat Perfection by Sézane

Each time I wear a piece of clothing or shoes by Sézane, I immediately get asked: Jennnnnny where did you get that from?

I’ll share my secret today…I’ve been shopping (online and during each trip to Paris) at Sézane! This jacket is the perfect pop of chic with jeans and a tee at home in LA, yet so versatile I wore it draped over my shoulders at a black tie movie world premiere in London last week.

P.S. this is not an ad and I’ve never met the designer nor been gifted by Sézane. I just really like Morgane Sezalory’s creations. Sending you joyful vibes for a stylish and peaceful weekend.

Image via http://www.sezane.com/us


I commit to the work that has longevity and meaning. This is one of a handful of mantras for my life, born of the past 21 days in Florianopolis, Brazil. I cannot wait to share so much more of my ROSEMARY DREAM experience with you. IT CHANGED THE WAY I FEEL, THINK, SAY AND DO.

This being human is delicate, beautiful, complicated, simple, fleeting, meaningful. Like Rumi said, this being human is a guest house. Amidst The Rosemary Project, I spent time with someone very special. Over the years he has taught me about the human capacity to love and so it is only fitting that he brought HUMAN into my heart and mind.

Have you seen this deeply humanistic documentary? Shot in 60 countries over three years, filmmaker Yann Arthus-Bertrand interviewed 2,020 women and men in 63 languages. The profoundly personal and emotional accounts are interspersed with stunning aerial footage that offers critical insight into life on earth. It is an experience of immersive and inspirational odyssey, a movement to encourage reflection on the human condition, ignite a conversation around the meaning of our existence, and empower people to make social change.

As I type this, I realize the documentary is a synchronized version of what Rosemary Dream maintains, teaches, offers. Being true to yourself is acting without a guarantee.

A Short Visit

There is a bench inside of a rose garden within a park beside the Pacific Ocean. I sit on this bench, often, to read or write or think or meditate or look up at the sky. Beneath the bench is a plaque. On the plaque is an inscription about a man named Dennis. Dennis died in 1989, according to the plaque. I fantasize that his loving family or dearest friends made the beautiful effort to orchestrate a string of words which sing a song that is Dennis. Dennis: who always took the time to smell The Roses, it reads. I know Dennis, even though we never met.

Vulnerability + The Concept of Time

I was about to post a piece I wrote weeks ago, on the subject of vulnerability. Believing that you are enough. Feeling grateful to even feel this vulnerable because it means you are alive. Most of the post was me revealing relationship stories of romances from the past few years and how being vulnerable made them absolutely beautiful. But then earlier today I was sidetracked by a telephone call which eventually led me to the quote below, and well, here we are, living in the moment of what feels right. I promise the details of the original post will be in my book when it is published. For now, give this thought a really good think…are you going for it in life? Just do it.

For all of the most important things, the timing always sucks. Waiting for a good time to quit your job? The stars will never align and the traffic lights of life will never all be green at the same time. The universe doesn’t conspire against you, but it doesn’t go out of its way to line up the pins either. Conditions are never perfect. “Someday” is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you. Pro and con lists are just as bad. If it’s important to you and you want to do it “eventually,” just do it and correct course along the way. -Tim Ferris

Image Credit: Jenny Graham|Road to Hana, Maui

Belmond Hotel Cipriani, Venice, Italy

I laugh to myself, often. My laughter today emanates from a place of: I somehow managed to spend time at yet another crown jewel of a honeymoon destination and, well, I somehow just honeymooned on my own again. Of course, a honeymoon is typically a shared celebration between two people who have recently committed their lives to one another. For today, come along on an alternate version of a honeymoon, one where you find yourself falling in love with the world, making a commitment to exploration, allowing the journey to reveal itself to you. To echo the words of Alan Keightley, once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to…

A few weeks ago I had a 12 day European adventure, one in which my day job water-taxied me first to Guidecca Island in Venice, Italy. I wandered the grounds of Belmond Hotel Cipriani where orange and yellow butterflies flitted beside me, the sun shone so bright my heart expanded, and the earth’s aroma was as strong as every smile I encountered. This wasn’t an Icelandic volcanic ice climbing expedition nor was it spearfishing in a deep blue Belizean sea, yet it somehow opened up the same kind of self-love and gratitude for being alive. Being still, feeling grounded, paying attention, listening to nature, the opportunities are there each day and sometimes an unexpected spot will bring you right back to where you need to be. The subtle elegance of Hotel Cipriani’s grounds and actual happiness that comes from the wonderful people who work there made each step worthwhile. How do you see the world, no matter where you stand?

Image Credits: Jenny Graham

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,

Music via Ziggy Marley


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