Love carries your heart. It reunites and rejuvenates. It’s long lost or brand new. Enjoy some Monday lovin’ with these links. Cheers my dears.
On falling in love… “First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.”
Brief encounters of cinematic love…
Modern love at its best.
A love reunited after 60 years never gets old.
When you know, you know. Even if it takes two decades to realize it.
One of my favorite poems, gifted in writing as art by my Mom which I have hanging in my home: “i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)” by e.e. cummings.
Sing your love out loud with 50 Love Songs.
Jesse and Celine, ah, they were my beacons of romance in high school. I’d watch Before Sunrise on repeat and soak up their conversational, passionate, globetrotting, serendipitous love. This upcoming week of February is one of my favorites, mostly because I associate celebration with the Valentine-adjacent nature of my birthday. You probably either love Valentine’s Day or you hate it. And although I’ll likely lean towards loving it no matter what, I totally get it. I’m single as I type this and remember all of the versions of love I’ve been in on V-day. But I quite fancy the idea of just being lovelier and kinder to anyone you encounter this week. One of my brothers and his girlfriend don’t salute Saint Valentine, preferring to rock out to the beat of the Sweetest Day. Whatever it is you’re down with, JBD is going on a love streak this week. Inspiration and anecdotes are coming your way.
I moved across the country one week ago today. What a whirlwind. Amidst a snowstorm and a job that will never be in slow motion, I rode the wave and I’m wilder for it. Hopelessly devoted to unpacking, decorating and nesting, these three links reveal the inside scoop. Just in case you, too, are on a rainbow of reinvention, voila!
For as long as I can remember I have known the beauty of a well-groomed closet. This One Kings Lane rundown sums it all up.
My new Los Angeles abode is ridiculously spacious (code for unheard of in New York City). Don’t get me wrong – there are pros, there are cons. Having no desire to spend tons of dough, Emily Henderson’s design wisdom gave me a good look at exactly what I was dreaming up…a well-made sofa for the right price.
Two parting words: gallery wall. I had one in college, I have one now. Switch it up, make it sing the song that hits your art heart. If you need a spark, check out Tory Daily for a crash course in “Artfully Walls.”
A note to say I am thinking about you, dear JBD’ers. I’m on the cusp of moving back to California. My physical life shipped out of New York City this past weekend. Shake ups, shifts, sitting on the hard wood floors of a special apartment that was the incubator of this blog…well, it gets REAL. It gets emotional. It’s awesome and it’s overwhelming. I will absolutely use this diary of delight to share the next journey with you. In the meantime, though, did you know a New Moon rolled into town last night? And just today Mercury went retrograde. But the ‘grade is good. If you’re anything like my brothers, you may be thinking: JBD, slow your roll on the mystic mumbo-jumbo. I am here to say: hey now, give it a chance because it is a ripe time to reflect, to remain flexible, to clear out what is no longer serving you, to revisit in order to learn. Anything is possible. If you hear it in your heart, listen. Trust it.
Image Credit: Jenny Graham
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don’t be afraid to care.
Leave but don’t leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
Image Credit: Jenny Graham // Lyrics: Pink Floyd
What vibration are you putting out into the universe? Good vibrations, man. Good vibrations! As the year approaches its end and we swim from the New Moon into a holiday week, I have been meditating on each month of 2014. Struggles and sadness to joy, new romance and soul-growing adventures, I honor and thank all of the darkness and light that swirls in and out of my life. It’s a party of wisdom to be relished. Love what you do, surround yourself with people who carry the light, get into your heart, feel more. I wish you a Merry Christmas. I wish you a place in the world where you can look up at the sunlit sky or bright stars and know you are grounded but rising. xx, JBD
Image Credit by Jenny Graham ~ Northern California, Fall 2014
Pop the Moët and dance away the weekend!
I’m dreaming of this dress for the holiday. And stargazing over these, too…
Fizz Image: Jenny Graham // Frock Image: Reformation
Yesterday, after writing a detailed email of what-one-must-do-on-their-first-trip-to-Iceland for an adventurous colleague of mine, it hit me: damn, I love Iceland. It’s on my mind, it’s in my heart. I can count on one hand places on the planet where my feet have touched the sea or salted earth and I have known this is my home. A year ago this week, I returned from my first trip to Iceland, toting mass memories and a brand new romance. Said romance turned into my Icelandic long-distance boyfriend. Yup, you read that right. We jetted back and forth, forth and back, across the Northern lights. It didn’t work out in the end, whatever the end may really be. The sweetness is, I still love Iceland. And while I’m saving the romance for my book, I’m not sparing the share of spots that you need to see. A sensational spa that sometimes plays second fiddle to Reykavik’s Blue Lagoon should not be ignored. High tail it to Laugarvatn Fontana. Just call it Fontana. Fantasyland Fontana…
The power of the elements will balance your energy. It may have been the coldest winter I’ve ever felt, but Fontana’s geothermal pools sent me to a happy place. The panoramic views elevate the mind’s eye while the soothing water and steam calm the soul. It’s as dreamy as it sounds, it’s as dreamy as can be.
Images via Laugarvatn Fontana
“She would consider each day a miracle – which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.” ― Paulo Coelho
Image from Iceland~December 2013