...I was recently asked, jokingly.
The answer: Why, yes. Yes it is.
Not jokingly.
As a Summer, there is a certain sigh of relief combined with an utter discombobulation that comes with the turning of this particular season. The tender dance between the relief of passing the baton and that awkward string of moments in relinquishing tenure. Furthermore, in a place where seasons differ depending on your elevation, it makes for a rather blissfully diverse, schizophrenic existence.
This is where, yoga, pranayama, writing, tea, and kitchari, kitchari, kitchari, come in handy
Day One of the Autumnal Cleanse
