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
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 Ciprianiwhere 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?
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 Airesis a wonderland worth never leaving.
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
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!
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…
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 ]
You 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.
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.
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…
Ora 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.