At what point do we stop playing? At what point do we stop savoring every last breath of salty summer air? At some point in my thirty-plus seasons of summer I all but lost the art of play. This summer, I am determined to get it back.
My most recent trip to Iceland was a smack-in-the-face reminder of things that I deep down already knew to be true: people are genuinely kind, the world that we live in is strikingly beautiful, and nature is fucking in charge, hands down.
I know, I know ... the thought of tofu in a Thanksgiving pie may not sound awesome, but trust me on this one. I even tricked my tofu-hating brother into it last Thanksgiving by not telling him it was the big "V" word, and he loved it.
The following yoga poses help relieve back pain, open up your hip flexors, and even provide a bit of a workout while you’re in transit. Try the seated postures when the seatbelt sign is on and the standing postures if you can briefly and safely stand at the back of the plane or next to your seat or for those extra-long airport layovers. They’ll help bring blood flow back to your head and legs and counterbalance the hours of sitting.
Although it seems like Southern California is grasping onto summer with everything she has, the crisp autumn days are faintly knocking on the door. This is definitely the time of year I feel most nostalgic for the dramatic beauty of the East Coast color palette, big cozy sweaters, and pumpkin lattes with my mum.