The Invitation

Each moment we get on this planet, in the bodies we’ve got, is a gift. Today, on my trip around the sun, I want to give something to you, a re-gift if you will.

My brother’s fiance shared The Invitation with me during a time of change, growth and a welcoming in of a new version of myself. Over the years I’ve passed it along to nearest and dearest pals and I just think it is full of beauty. I hope you enjoy this gift.

P.S. Celebrate and rock out, always.


It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Poem: The Invitation by Oriah // Photo: Jenny Graham



“Love makes no conditions, no ifs, no buts. Love never says, ‘Fulfill these requirements, then I will love you.’ Love is like breathing: when it happens you are simply love. It does not matter who comes close to you, the sinner or the saint. Whosoever comes close to you starts feeling the vibe of love, is rejoiced. Love is unconditional giving…”– Osho

Photo by Charcoal Alley

With You, It’s Different

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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.

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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.

Easy Ideas: Home Design & Decor

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.”


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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