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


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 ]

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.

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.

A Gathering of Life

cedar lake michigan JBDDo you weed your {metaphorical} garden? In order to do so, you’ve got to create space and time for yourself. It’s continuous work, it’s vulnerability at its finest, it is worth every bit of effort you give to it because it directly affects the development of you. I’m midway into some time off to reflect, revise, to just be. After a hot yoga class and a swim in the Pacific, designer Stefan Sagmeister came to mind. Have you watched his TED talk on the power of time off? Every seven years, he closes his business and goes on a yearly sabbatical. This time he allows for himself returns a bounty of creativity, and he prefers to be in Bali. While we all may not mirror Stefan’s exact time off movement, we can each adapt a portion of the core idea. In doing so, we gather a life worth living, one full of intrinsic value, a garden always growing.

For those of you who may need more oontz, here are eight ways to vacation like a French woman. I support each and every way, c’est vrai!

Photo Credit: Jenny Graham (Cedar Lake, Michigan)

Come Alive



La-Linge-shot-by-Ungano-Agriodimas1Another thing about ballet, like with any live performance, it’s in the moment, it’s unedited, it’s unfiltered. There’s no such thing as a perfect performance. Every show something goes wrong, but that’s the beauty of it. It’s the fragile transience of ballet, too, that makes it really special.  -Isabella Boylston

Ballet has been in my life since age three. What’s remained for you, no matter the ebb & flow & fragility? For more on Isabella and her life lessons, click here.  xx, JBD

The Future

IMG_3232Go to the people and places you love. Embrace, cry out, let go, start fresh. Love it all up. You belong, you are loved and you have this moment. Now, and into the future.

And, remember:

Don’t Quit by Unknown

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

(in honor of the four year anniversary of a little idea, this blog)

xx, JBD