You cannot know the light without going through the deepest night.
Image Credit: Jenny Graham
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.
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
Music via Ziggy Marley
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.
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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.
“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.
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Dirty Dancing opened in theatres on August 21, 1987. For a bunch of fun read-between-the-lines lessons, click here.